Beneath It All

In life’s uncertainties,

when I close my eyes

and envision His nail-scarred hands

beneath each situation

it helps me trust…

Beneath the ebb and flow of hold-let-go, the stilly sweep

Of moments, days and years that pass into that long, last deep

Beneath Uncertainty and all we cannot know or see

The hands that bore the nails abide to carry you and me

I want for naught but to remember what I easily forget

That, though I have no answers God, our God is faithful yet

Beneath life’s laughter-tear-faith-fear Unknown I'm glad to know

The hands that bore the nails abide and never let us go

© Janet Martin