A mighty hand reached to the earth
and fingered fractured soil so fine
particles of dust, of no worth,
trickled like lonely sands of time.
Tears trickled through a curtain torn
showering grace as before the fall.
With tiny steps, the world reborn
trumpets in harmonious call.
New lives spring forth with joyful cry
in clear and confidant voices.
As one all speak to beautify
their world of wondrous choices.
Tears poured upon the thirsty land
bringing relief from loneliness.
Blossoms burst forth upon demand
blanketing wanton carelessness.
No longer parched, the land doth give
joy-filled colors to opened eyes,
and offered gifts so all may live
without sin and empty lies.
A mighty hand reached to the earth
and dug the enriched soil so fine
and sighed, for it had earned its worth,
erasing the mistakes of time.