My Wonderful Creator
The hot searing sand,
And the touch of His hand,
The beach started to darken
All across the land.
The full, glowing moon,
Coming up o'er the water,
Was a wondrous picture,
Handmade by the Great Potter.
He shapes and He molds,
He trims and He scolds,
For we will someday be
All that He has planned.
His hand holding mine,
Such strength sublime,
He formed and shaped me
In His own special time.
I am what He wants,
He has created me well.
I am His forever,
My Wonderful Creator!
�Kristen L. Battin