Thursday, May 11, 2017

If We Could See

If we could see the hand that cups
The way we walk, our fears would fade
If we upon our shoulder touched
The Touch of He whose Hand is stayed

If we with naked eye could trace
The Presence of Essence we trust
How holy-wholly we'd embrace
The nail scarred hands that hold our dust

If for one breath, faith would allow
A glimpse of mercy’s Majesty
Then we, without a doubt would bow
Beneath the hand we cannot see

© Janet Martin

 My times are in Your hand; Psalm 31:15

1 comment:

Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed by the visit!