The Master Sculptor's Hand

I stood and watched the dawning day,

The changing scenes I scanned,

I viewed in wordless ecstasy

The Master Sculptor's Hand.

I stood and watched the babbling brook

In seeming joyous glee,

Go rippling down its shining path

Carved by His Majesty.

I stood and watched the towering trees,

The fragrant blossoms sweet,

I laid in meek humility

My all at the Master's feet.

I stood and watched the race of men,

God's image as he planned;

I viewed in wordless ecstasy

The Master Sculptor's Hand.

I will stand and watch the sun go down

When the bridge of time I've spanned,

And view in wordless ecstasy

The Master Sculptor's Hand.

                                                                   V.C.