The Hand of God

I can’t tell if He’s short or tall,
but His hand is long enough
to catch me at the bottom of the pit before the fall.
If He holds all the planets in place,
with which is He holding us all?
I tried to count, I’m still counting.
I may be blinded like Saul
Or hush me like an atheist that bluffs.
Which ever way, know; He’s God over all

Emny Circuit