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Written for Pass It On's Contest |
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. |