If I could dust all of creation,
the fingerprints of the Father
on the rocky faces of the mountains,
and the grainy sands of the shoreline,
and in the deepest depths of the ocean.
They would cover the butterfly’s wing;
They would decorate the massive Redwoods
and sprinkle across the grass growing in
the loamy soil.
The clouds would reveal
the shape of His hand,
and each creature His careful molding.
No spot or crevice, no stone or human
would be free of the evidence
of His touch.
Fingerprints displayed in creation,
unveiling His creativity
and His great love.
Isaiah 40: 12 Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance? 21 Have ye not known? have ye not heard? hath it not been told you from the beginning? have ye not understood from the foundations of the earth? 22 It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: 26 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power; not one faileth.