Poezie The Hands Of The Master

The hands of the master reached down

To the cold and barren earth below.

Nothing was formed until that hand

Commanded our planet to grow.



The hands of the master reached down

To form from the dust of the earth.

Man in HIS image, formed from the dirt.

And with a breath there was a birth.



The hands or the master reached out into black

And created each star in the sky.

Molding the planets one by one.

And placing them up so high.



The hands of the master reached down once again

To release HIS Son whom He was so proud

And man took the Son of the Master.

And handed him over to a maddened crowd.



The hands of the Master reached slowly down

And broke open the cold dark grave.

And lifted the son from the rocky vault

That attempted HIS Son to enslave.



The hands of the Master would crush His creation

Called man that had pierced Him so deep.

But the Son of the Master said Father please no.

I am the shepherd and I forgive these, my sheep.