The hand of the Lord is not shortened.
It doesn’t shove rudely or pull forcefully.
With Mercy, it reaches out to a flawed world
and with Love, it touches the pure and gentle.
The hand of the Lord lifts us up.
It always gives where there is need.
And even when suffering on the Cross,
it doesn’t rush to cast its executioner into hell.
The hand of the Lord restores souls
and turns a wolf from the wilderness into a lamb.
It supports the Sacred Truth with Strength
and always chooses steep paths.
The hand of the Lord parts the sea,
for it is full of God’s Glory.
It is Might for the weak, a guard for the faithful.
And how many words can I use to prove this?
The hand of the Lord creates, full of Grace.
Among all riches, it is dearest to me.
And let me fade away in its palm,
for I’ve invested my spirit in it.
Stefan Glavchev
(The Bird Within You)
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