Whose Hands Then

Whose hands then hold up so high
     the sun, the moon, and the stars
          for all the world to see?
Whose hands then started the fire,
     the enduring warmth of the sun,
          for all the world to feel?
Whose hands then grow the flowers
     leaving a pleasing aroma in the air,
          for all the world to smell?
Whose hands then planted the trees
     that made fruit appealing to the eye,
          for all the world to taste?
Whose hands then made the sounds
     of birds warbling songs so sweet
          for all the world to hear?

The Creator of the universe says:
Hands aside, listen not to lies.
I created you, and all you
     See,
          Feel,
               Smell,
                    Taste, and
                         Hear.
I indeed AM here.

See this poem @ His Newsman