Description: This is from one of my very first albums - I scrapped all of the poetry I had written at the time and it wound up being two albums full. I was just getting into scrapping and I was pretty well grounded in the Creative Memories style. I didn't know enough to record the supplies I used, sorry!
This photo is from the Biblical Gardens near Madison Wisconsin. The poem is the one that won the recent poetry contest that I posted about.
The Size of a Man’s Hand
In the vastness of creation, out of all that God has planned,
It seems so insignificant: the size of one man’s hand.
Against a towering mountain or the crashing waves on the beach,
One man’s hand seems powerless; they stand beyond his reach.
Yet one man’s hand was quite enough when Elijah the prophet prayed:
A cloud the size of one man’s hand a mighty torrent made.
One man’s hand was all it took to take a stone he’d found
And place it in his slingshot and bring Goliath to the ground.
With a gentle word and a touch of his hand, Peter raised men from the dead;
And the hand of a scribe was God’s vital tool to record the words Paul said.
When God sent Jesus Christ to earth, he too became a man
To teach us of his promises, to carry out God’s plan.
When Jesus came to trial ‘mid the angry crowd’s demands,
Pilate heard their case but then he turned and washed his hands.
And when our Lord was crucified, God’s one beloved Son
Stretched out his hands in sacrifice and his Father’s will was done.
As spikes were nailed though flesh and bone and the cross was raised to stand
The sin of all mankind hung there in the palm of that one man’s hand.
