Until We Kiss The Hands That Hold Us...

Evil in its lowest forms of hatred for God,in shameless applause for sin!Disasters that destroy and wreak unfathomable havoc and griefoh God! We cry and You hear! Psalm 18:6In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. David's new release feels like perfect timingOur thoughts and prayers are with many suffering, esp. those in the earthquake aftermath Some hurts would be too hard to bear without God’s hand to holdLife, but a valley of despair where tragedies unfoldHope, a hollow oblation in the station of the mindSeeking sweet consolation, it can never fully find Some hills would be too hard to climb without God’s hand to claspHis word transcends the march of time; His goodness is steadfastWhere, like an outstretched Hand God’s word will undergird and stillThe heart-storm when we do not understand love’s perfect will Some crosses would feel merciless, without God’s Hand to trustWithout unfailing promises to cheer our weary dustTo comfort us because we know He never leads astrayBut for faith’s benefit will show the error of our way Some sorrows would seem hard, too hard without…ah, look and seeBehold his hands, how they are scarred because of CalvaryHe suffered in our stead to break the curse of sin so manMay undeservedly partake of pardon’s perfect plan Some wonder is too much to spell with lowly ink of thoughtAs we bow where love’s blood-drops fell and death’s triumph was wroughtWhere redemption enfolds us and hope anchors us untilWe kiss the hands that hold us in love’s pure and perfect will © Janet Martin