A Caring Hand
As I travel down the roads of life-
With peaks of happiness and valleys of strife,
Through crowded cities, through barren land,
I feel the presence of a caring hand.

When loads got heavy, I’d stumble and fall;
And, at times, I couldn’t see past that wall.
While in the dungeon of deep, dark despair,
A voice whispers to me, "Fear not; I am there!"

"Come to me, and belive in me;
And I will make you truly free
Let me lead you to a life anew
and see how great my love is for you!"

I dwell on my sins and past mistakes;
I feel in my heart its years too late.
Then I cry out, "God, what can I do?"
"Nothing," He says, "I’ve done it for you!"

He pulls me up with His caring hand.
Now, I am part of His heavenly plan.
He never mentions my past, what I’ve done,
But whispers instead, "Welcome home, my son!"

Now my life has a future,
Of this statement I am sure!
I have his love, so wonderfly pure,
And I’ll be in Hea’en to fore’er endure.

His Loving Hand
Painted Cream or a lily white,
God saw that it was done just right
To be enjoyed by every man
Created by his loving hand.

Called forth from bed in the midday sun
With birds dancing’neath in joyous fun.
With leaf of green and stem of tan,
Created by his loving hand.

Sparkling with the diamond dew
Among the colors of every hue;
Nurtured, loved as no man can,
Created by his loving hand.

Give thanks to God: praise his name
‘Cause he made man just the same
With clay and breath made he man,
Created by his loving hand.

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