The Hands of God
The hands of God have formed the earth, And spun the planets in the sky; Appointed bounds for raging seas, Ordained the years that swift roll by. His hands have scattered all the stars, And weighed the mountain in a scales. He stretched the heavens like a tent; Upholds all things so none shall fail. His hands have fashioned man from dust; He formed you in your mother's womb, Protecting, covering hands of love, Created you in secret gloom. He wrote your members in His book, Before He fashioned each as planned, Your breath, your life, your times, your days, Are in the hollow of His hand. His hands were stretched upon the cross, And broken by the nails for you, He holds them out to sinful man, Not shortened; strong to save, renew. His hands grip firmly to His own, And none can pluck us from His grasp, In fire or flood, when we walk through, Those everlasting hands hold fast. You, precious one, are in His hands, So strong, so tender, and so fond. Rest then, and find your hiding place Within the nail-pierced hands of God.
Genesis 2:7; Psalm 139:13-16; Isaiah 40:12-14, 22, 43:1-3, 51:16, 59:1.
8 Comments
Annabelle Parfitt
This brought tears to my eyes! Thanks for sharing.
Naomi
Aw, you’re welcome 🤍
Lori
What a beautiful poem!
Naomi
Thank you, Mama 🤍
Naomi Parfitt
It’s beautiful! Thank you!🩷
Naomi
Aw, praise God; you are so welcome! 🤍
Jenna Dart
This is so beautiful Naomi! So encouraging to me this morning. We can completely rest in His care!
Naomi
Aww, I’m so glad it was an encouragement. Yes, amen, what a joy it is to rest in Him!