God’s Hands

God’s Hands

Sometimes I see His hands
As reaching out to me
Other times as removing chains that bind
In order to set me free.
Sometimes I see them reaching down
To take my hand to guide me
While other times I feel they pull me close
As if to walk beside me.
Sometimes His hands push things from my path
Or cushion me when I fall.
Each day I reach up to Heaven
Seeking the hands of the Lord of all!

Thena

Wow, me too! My new favorite of yours. Beautiful.