GRACIOUS HAND
I cannot do it by myself,
The things this world demands,
So here I place myself Dear Lord,
INTO THY GRACIOUS HANDS.
My life is mixed and mangled,
With foes throughout the land,
But I can find warmth and safety,
WITHIN THY GRACIOUS HANDS.
This life is so uncertain,
Like the ever shifting sands,
So keep me pure so I may sleep,
INSIDE THY GRACIOUS HANDS.
Gracious Hands that made this world,
And all the lives therein,
Gracious Hands that I will hold,
Until my life shall end.
copyrighted 1974
Rozita D. Martin
