Within His Hands
I am so small,
within His hands,
this man called Jesus,
who will always understand.
Never to busy,
to watch my back,
and balance out,
the things I lack.
Guidance He gives,
when I am lost,
and lets me know,
I am not the boss.
When I say,
it can't be done,
He whispers softly,
make a stand, don't run.
His love is free,
available to all,
He is never to busy,
to take that call.
Faith, Hope, and Love,
from His heart to ours,
given freely,
in our darkest hours.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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