GOD's TOUCH God's hand touched majestic mountains Softly crowned with snow so pure, As His touch made great the oak tree And the flowing water clear. As He touched each bird and flower, Gave the meadow sparkling dew, Painted, too, the glow of sunset With His love He touches you. His tender smile made rays of sunshine As He stroked the bluebird's wing, Placed the lark mid springtime's beauty Touched his throat and made him sing. He who touched the smallest creature Caressed the grass and shifting sand, Each tender bud and shining pebble He all creation doth command. He raised His hand toward the heavens, Touched the stars, the sun and sky, Placed fluffy clouds, hung bright The rainbow with the Master's touch on high. He touched the trees with autumn splendor O'er rolling hills through the land, May He touch you, oh, so gently With His loving, healing hand. The universe and all its wonders His boundless love will always span; As He touched the small and mighty So may He touch the heart of man. Wilma King