The Touch of His Hand

If God were to pull me from earth this day,

And bring me close to kneel as his footstool.

The first words in heaven I would say,

Would be “Holy cow, Damn, that was so cool!”

 

I count my blessings each and every night,

As I lay my head down to go to sleep.

I look back on what I’ve done with delight,

It is so damned sweet that it makes me weep.

 

I wake up each day with drive and fervor,

Ready to embrace what the day may bring.

Your humble poet and mere observer,

Knowing life is such a wondrous thing.

 

I thank God for planning my life so grand,

All things are blessed with the touch of his hand.

 

10/26/2021

Reviews

[Daydreamer]

I see the poet is still making the ink flow from his golden pen!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel blessed to be alive and to be able to write.

thanks for this poem, J Todd.
j.

[Fran Marie]

God is good, and always good to feel
his perfect love he has shone upon
us as we start each new day.. I can
relate to this write ..well done