With His mighty hands across the water
God divided the deep sea from the earth
And He took such time and patience
Forming this beautiful land of my birth
He made the forests and each rolling hillside
Gently spread the silent valleys in between
And with His hands across the wide glens
Painted them with forty shades of green
He set the majestic Giant's Causeway
Along Antrim's Atlantic sprayed coast
To array Ireland with such beauty
He dressed her with jewels the most
And when He was satisfied and had finished
I imagine God beamed with a smile
When He looked at the result of His creation
This beautiful green Emerald Isle
Her high mountains speak of God's majesty
Her waterfalls tell of blessings cascading from above
All of her nature sings His praises
For Ireland has been kissed by the sunshine of His love
Then why should you ever wonder
That Irish people, kind hearted, are the best
We have great singers, for we have songs to sing
To tell of what riches we are blest
We sing of the beauty of our land
Of God's love and His amazing grace
And our hearts are also lifted to Him
For settling us in this wonderful place
And I ask for you God's blessing
Though you are afar off; it does not matter
God will take my love and His own to you
Carried by His marvellous hands across the water
I dedicate this poem to my lovely new friend, Karen of URLOVED
