God's Hands

For every stretch of my hands upward,

I feel different once they are lowered.

The essence of my maker embraces

my palms every time.

It is he that warms me when I feel cold

emotionally.

God's hands enfold me from day's start

to day's end keeping me safe from harm.

When I sleep in the midst of the night,

it is God that places his hands upon me

to rest peacefully.

Moments that may arise where I feel like

giving in, God's hands take hold of me and

and then he whispers, "Child of mine, I am

here and all will be well ~ just believe and

have faith in me as I in you."

For every breath that I breathe and each

day that I see, I will in some way be touched

but it will never mean as much as the comfort

and feel received from God's Hands!

Rebecca "Butterfly" Vaughns