REACHING DOWN

God’s fingertips reach out to man,
Across the world, we see them span,
Cascading rays of bright sunshine,
We see reach down from hands divine.
His light invades’ halls of darkness,
In the hearts that give Him access.

His love caresses, heals and soothes,
Restores’ the life seen in ashes,
He brings’ to life all that is dead
And gives to us our daily bread.
Within His hand, He holds’ secure,
Repented souls that Christ made pure.

Our Lord walk’s the darkened valleys,
Where He knows' that mankind journeys,
He reaches out His hand to man,
And helps them find salvation plan,
But many walk the widened road,
And miss the narrow one bestowed.

We see Him pave our rugged paths,
He knows' our valleys in their depths,
Sees the heart weighed down in sorrow…
Here today and in tomorrow.
Makes’ flat the mountains seen to loom,
If you will give God’s spirit room.

Spring cleanings’ needed from within,
It starts in hearts beneath the skin,
Then move to cleaning up the mind,
And treasures hidden you will find.
Throw out the trash that’s stored up there,
Be mindful of the clothes you wear.

This write, I know, must start with me,
For in my heart, I know and see,
God’s fingertips reach out to man,
Across the world, we see them span,
He draws all men to come to him…
Sadly the harvest seen is grim.