What Tender Touch? Poem by Dennis Lange

What tender touch formed butterflies
And rosy petals drenched with dew?
What artist painted morning skies,
Composed, carved, sketched, sculpted, and drew?

The same arm flung the stars like sand;
His shoulders thrust up Everest.
A word, mere word - sun's flame was fanned;
Sequoias, beasts - and earth was dressed.

Soft rabbit's fur, rough rhino's hide;
Wee hummingbird, giant dinosaur;
The same hand made the hawk to glide
That made the mighty ocean roar.

'Twas One created great and small,
He with a fist and tender touch -
The God of wrath who'll judge us all,
The God of love we love so much.