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