Thy Hand

Searching for the hidden answers
My fingers numbly trace each shape
Of every rock, nook and cranny
From this ledge I find no escape

My spirit cries for help from Thee
Tenuous grip but strong in hope
I tremble, falling to my knees
Upon this jagged, slippery slope

Remove from me this obstacle
My feeble faith is not enough
I’ve tried dear Lord to overcome
The steep temptations of this bluff

Intentions set, I know the path
Yet my deeds still will not comply
Each step tests and crumbles the edge
As I plead, eyes turned toward the sky

This climb, it seems impossible
That Thou sent me to overcome
But I know atop this mountain
The view will be a holy one

Thy hands replace my wearied ones
The strength I find is not my own
A foothold found, Thou lifts me up
From beneath this tomb of stone

Hand in hand Thou leads me higher
Til on the summits peak we stand
I never could have reached it Lord
Except by Thy great, loving hand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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