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’re tethered too…
He’s here waiting, waiting 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©
