(Bob Nolan)      The prairie sun sends down its ray   To warm my heart through every day   The starlight beam that guides my way   Is just the touch of God's hand.      The scattered pearls of morning dew   The rainbow mist on hills of blue   The silver veil of moonbeans too   Is just the touch of God's hand.      The desert breeze that brushed my hair   The leaf that fell from who knows where   The scent of wildflowers in the air   is just the touch of God's hand.      The wasteland fall that fills the sky   The hum of wild wings sailing by   The warm earth bed on which I lie   Is just the touch of God's hand.      The desert yields a water pool   Where wild things meet their thirst to cool   And I'm a carefree happy fool   I know the touch of God's hand.      The rain that falls I love so dear   And joy is mine just living here   I know he must be standing near   I felt the touch of God's hand...