Hand

Your gracious gentle hand
supports me to stand.
When I am down and feeling blue
Your loving hand pulls me through.
It is Your hand that leads the way
I put my hand in Yours each day.
Your hand keeps me from falling
it also keeps me from hauling
an unnecessary load
on any kind of road.
~~~
His hand keeps me from the snare,
but it is not just the physical care.
He showers me from above
with His unending love.
His hand supports me
when I feel queasy.
He takes my fear
when He is near.
His hand, His hand,
is where I am free to stand.

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