WHAT
KIND OF GOD
What kind of God is it who
catches your tears,
Paints the sky every evening;
reminding?
What kind of God would number
your hairs
And formulate silver linings?
What kind of God listens for
smallest prayers,
E’en when a fierce storm is
raging?
And, Who could develop
individual calls,
From the bird’s throats, for
mates they are paging?
What kind of God watches when
things go wrong,
To discover intents of the
heart?
And when we fall down, Who
picks us up;
Helps us make a brand new
start?
What kind of God takes such a
simple mind,
Places words there to be
written down?
When we have failed with some
menial task,
Who gives a smile - not a
frown?
What kind of God is available
Every second of every year?
Who acts as our Shepherd and,
with His staff,
Drives away every fear?
Who knows your name and the
heart of your soul
Better than even yourself?
Who bought us Heaven and gave
as a gift?
Who gave us this world of
wealth?
What kind of God do the stars
obey,
Traveling courses designed in
the sky?
It’s the One Who came down to
that thorny crown,
Dying for you and I!
Joan
Clifton Costner
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