God's loving hands are holding me
Through many trials His hand I see.
No, we cannot touch His scarred hand,
But how He holds us again and again.
His lovely hands were scarred for me
I'll praise Him throughout eternity.
The hand of God wraps me so tight,
He holds me gently day and night.
It does not matter what the trial
He always understands the pain,
He reaches down to dry the tears,
And gently whispers, do not fear.
The beautiful hands of our God
Lifts us up and calms our fears,
There is healing in our Lord's hands,
Feel Him, He is with you till the end.
©2003 Bernice Ward
I will not forget you! See, I have engraved
you on the palms of my hands.
He sets a seal on the hand of every man,
that all right men may come to a knowledge
of His creative work.