The Father's Hand
O blessed are the little hands
of children from all race
They're reaching out to understand
what life is like in this maze
Their hands touch yours and my life
as they seek to find their way
They get confused by all the strife
as this world is in disarray
Reaching out when they're in pain
to be comforted by a stronger hand
leading the child to a higher plain
of God's peace, much needed in this land
Even so must we reach out to God
for the answers to our life's need
The soul may be the target of a plot
but God's hand will keep us from defeat
Our enemies are not up to par
against the power of our Lord
Satan may drag us into war
but God's victory we can afford
The Father's hand is always here
to lead His children on their way
His hand protects at front and rear
as we walk, profess His word and pray
His hand will touch us when we're sick
according to His precious word
We'll sense the Holy Spirit's click
as we seek direction of the Lord
There is pleasure in the touch of His hand
It brings deliverance, salvation, and gladness
A stroke of love, no one can comprehend
restores the soul from sadness
When you put your hand in God's care
He'll hold you tight, as you're getting low
He'll take you out of Satan's snare
The Father's hand will never let you go!
"Even there shall Your Hand lead me, and Your right hand will hold me."
Psalm 139:10
6 comments:
We continue to pray for you all. This is a great poem.
Thanks for the link to your blog - we will check often.
Love & prayers,
Julie
What a beautiful poem. Love the pictures of the hands.
Sweet pictures. You got it right. God is still in control.
this poem is so beautiful. I am all choked up seeing the pictures of you're & Selah's hands & the poem just tops it off. I've been praying for you-
Ann
I love her little hands!! The poem is beautiful, it pulls it all together. I'm praying girl.
I love it. What a great poem and the pictures are beautiful. Praying for you!
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