To The Hand That Holds Me Up Oh Lord, when I allow myself by your conditions to remain in your presence, I have no fear that I may be brought down. For the hand that holds me up is not my own, but the one that cannot be shaken. Every assault of my adversary only brings new opportunity for blessing. Because I cannot lose when you fight for me. Held tight in your bosom, I have only to watch your faithful love for me play out. What can be taken that you have not given? What joy eternal given by the God that dotes on me that can be brought to end? In your bosom I find myself complete. My face hidden in the fold of your robe, I have no care. I pray only Lord that your great wisdom will lead my heart always to remain in your presence and that your will born of your great love for me will forever be my lot. Forever, praise and glory be to the hand that holds me up!
A much loved spiritual mentor pointed out to me the difference between the Apostle Paul's past will (a life without Christ) and His new will that evolved after the Lord called Him. He then challenged me to define what my own new will would say... ...let my response be found here...
"It is not the title that people give to themselves that defines who they are; it is the fruit of what they produce." Graham Cooke