The Master’s hand
By
Kelly M. Kirkpatrick

The music of your voice
Is melodious and pure.
Your eloquence still haunts me,
And this I must endure.
I want your grace beside me
To help me understand.
Through your heart
And through your soul,
I have felt the master’s hand.

I have heard the stories
That did happen long ago.
I have seen the world around me,
Yet there’s much I do not know.
All of the people
Who worship on this Earth
Must recognize their brothers
And by this they’ll earn their worth.

Life can keep us guessing,
Yet I ask for nothing more.
If living is an art,
Then who am I living for?
I am the young apprentice,
But someday I’ll understand.
Through you work
And through your life,
I have felt the master’s hand.