Tuesday, October 21, 2014

In His Hands...

We are in His hands
No need for us to hold
The bleeding weight of shifting sands
For God is in control

We are in His hands
In spite of storm-tossed grief
The wind and waves heed His command
‘Lord, help mine unbelief’

We are in His hands
No sweeter peace can be
Than to entrust to Him the strands
Weaving eternity

We are in His hands
Faith, hope and love abide
Within the keep of He who stands
Within life’s tempest-tide

We are in His hands
No need for us to know
The bleeding way of shifting sands
God will not let us go

© Janet Martin

He said to them, "Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?" Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and it became perfectly calm. The men were amazed, and said, "What kind of a man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?" Matt. 8:26-27

And Jesus said to him, "'If You can?' All things are possible to him who believes." Immediately the boy's father cried out and said, "I do believe; help my unbelief." When Jesus saw that a crowd was rapidly gathering, He rebuked the unclean spirit, saying to it, "You deaf and mute spirit, I command you, come out of him and do not enter him again."…Mark 9:23-25


  1. That scripture in Mark is a favorite of mine. So encouraging to me, always.



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