Hold Onto My Hand

Isaiah 41 Hold My Hand

See His hands steady and true
Working and giving His all for you?
Hands stretched out ready to embrace
The wayward child fallen from grace…
His hand is not short, or hard, or unkind
But gentle and strong as He tenderly unwinds
The ropes and chains we’ve been tethered too…
He’s here waiting, waiting just for you…
A kindness and love you cannot fathom
Til you take His hand in yours…
A trillion tiny molecules, a tingling of His love,
Felt within His grasp…
Hold on, is what He asks…
Oh taste and see that He is good
All of heaven and earth stand still…
Watching one come home…

One little lamb worth dying for, searching for,
Nailing His hands for…
Feel the scar of love…
Oh little one, hold on, to the hand of God…
Never, ever let go.

By: Marla Y. O’Neill February 22, 2016©

Never let go of Gods hand

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