KNOW OF GOD IS THIS What I know of God is this: That He has hands, for He touches me. I can testify to nothing else; Living among many unseen beings Like the whippoorwill I'm constantly hearing But was pointed out to me just once. Last of our hopes when all hope's past God, never let me call on Thee Distracting myself from a last chance Which goes just as quick as it comes; And I have doubts of Your omnipotence. All I ask is...Keep on existing Keeping Your hands. Continue to touch me.