In the palm of His Hands

Gently the morning was calling out to me
Whispering she prodded me to wake up and see
How softly the breezes were starting the day
They touched on the creatures and started to say:

Beautiful the graces which on you do fall
Blessed by the Almighty and Creator of all
Lift up your spirit and love as you can
The Immortal One holds you in the palm of His Hand


So I roused up, as prompted, and looked out to see
Beauty and and wisdom had prepared much for me
The morning was breaking and ringing with love
All creation was singing this song from above:

Beautiful the graces which on you do fall
Blessed by the Almighty and Creator of all
Lift up your spirit and love as you can
The Immortal One holds you in the palm of His Hand

Every creature was dancing and so were the trees
I couldn't help but notice the sound of the bees
The birds and the squirrels were all jumping about
"Sing with us softly" they called with a shout.

Beautiful the graces which on you do fall
Blessed by the Almighty and Creator of all
Lift up your spirit and love as you can
The Immortal One holds you in the palm of His Hand

So I sang with the creatures and sang with the earth
I sang of the wonders that gave me rebirth
I was touched by a whisper that bade me arise
And  heralded by angels who sang in the skies:

Beautiful the graces which on you do fall
Blessed by the Almighty and Creator of all
Lift up your spirit and love as you can
The Immortal One holds you in the palm of His Hand.