Here Are My Hands, Lord
Here are my hands, LORD, surrendered to Your marvelous workmanship
Allow them to labor thru Your stewardship-leadership
Never let them be slothful in soulwinning and worship
Divert them from vain clasps of earthly partnership
So as to guide the hopeless to Your comfort’s fellowship.
Here are my hands, LORD, receiving Your divine wisdom
Admonish them to seek first constantly Your precious kingdom
Never let them sway toward selfishness, despising biblical martyrdom
Deliver them from worldly concerns and spiritual boredom
So as to serve You well with Your sanctification’s freedom.
Here are my hands*, LORD, ready to learn from Your eternal Word
Anchor them uprightly against being abominably-devoured
Never let them waver in trials and wander along temptation’s ford
Defend them against the destructive attacks of integrity’s record
So as to live for You, prevailing by Your Spirit’s sword.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.
April 22, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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