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!
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