as if this land is held by the palm of God
looking down high above His bluff
gently, His fingers hold the hills
grasp the shoreline, massage the golden sands

watching His creatures, scurry for their food
their dances are sometimes mesmerizing
yet how different they are from us, or are they
like them we all search for survival
whether spiritual or physical

but such a pristine sight, a perfection unmatched
has blessed me as I walk among His abundance
I feel the blistering sun of life itself
and dream of serenity under the cool nights

His gentile fingers awake me, massage my soul
grasp my mind, like a parents guidance
if I follow His light, blind to all evil
my journey will end with Him, high upon His bluff