ONE WORD FROM YOU  By Lori A Alicea

…A dedication to an all powerful God, whose spoken word filled the earth.  (Genesis 1)  An all powerful God who calms the storms (Mark 4:39 KJV), heals the sick (Matthew 9:35 KJV), straightens the crooked legs to walk (John 5:8 KJV), gives sight to the blind and unstops deaf ears.  (Isaiah 35:5 KJV)  Everything changes with one word from you…

One word from you, one simple word,
Is all you need to speak.
One word and everything can change,
Amazed if eyes will seek.

One word, like brushstrokes in your hand,
A canvas blank before.
A symphony of syllables,
You paint the skies and shore.

The birds they spread their wings to fly,
They soar the canvas blue.
The artist’s hand he fills the sky,
One simple word from you.

The water’s dance you choreographed,
At shore they bow a knee.
Applause from gentle waves is heard,
These brushstrokes “Let there be.”

The window of the night we see,
The moon, its watch begun.
You kept the light on in the dark,
Until the waking sun.

One word, the sun it warms our day,
And smiles while we’re awake.
These rays that shine upon our face,
One word is all it takes.

One word, bouquets of fragrant blooms,
Perfume ascends the air.
The colors of the rainbow sky,
He paints the gardens there.

One word, he sees these towers tall,
The trees that give us shade.
And baskets full of fruit they bear,
His words, thy hand hath made.

One word, we see the seasons change,
The summer, spring and fall.
When nature sleeps in winter cold,
Your words, designed them all.

One word from you, one simple word,
Is all you need to speak.
One word and everything can change,
Amazed if eyes will seek.

You calm the storms that toss our boat,
Commands the waves, “Be still.”
That we might rest in you alone,
And trust the words you will.

The lame obey one word from you,
And listen when you talk.
Their crooked limbs go straight to hear,
“Rise up. Rise up and walk.”

One word and mountains move from here,
Blind eyes, again they see.
Deaf ears unstop to hear the words,
The Master speaks to thee.

The brushstrokes of the artist’s hand,
Unique, each canvas one.
A symphony of syllables,
A Masterpiece is done.