THE TOUCH OF GOD'S HAND

THE TOUCH OF GOD'S HAND

Majestic in it's beauty
This little spot of land,
Created by an artist, yes;
It's the touch of God's hand.

A river silently flowing
Through peaks of stone -
Mountains in the distance
Desolate, yet not alone.

For the sunset brings a beauty
That the world may never see,
Yet knowing the touch of God's hand
It means the world to me.

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