The Touch of His Hand...

I walked alone

In sorrow and shame

And I had no one

But myself to blame

For I lost the sight

Of God's mighty plan

And I strayed away

From the touch of His hand

The touch of His hand

Means so much to me

I cling to Him now

And He walks with me

I'll make it through

To heaven's bright land

For I'm kept by the touch

Of God's mighty hand

When days are dark

And I cannot see

I lean on the Lord

And He stands by me

And just when it seems

That I cannot stand

By faith I can feel

The touch of His hand

The touch of His hand

Means so much to me

I cling to Him now

And He walks with me

I'll make it through

To heaven's bright land

For I'm kept by the touch

Of God's mighty hand

(Mosie Lister)

This song spoke to me in a new way as I heard it sung by a group last night. The "touch" that means so much to me, do I truly cling to it? My life is kept by that touch, a touch that is unique to each one of our lives. He cares so much about me to have a distinct touch for my life. Do I fully grasp that? In the human mind, it is impossible to fully grasp that, but we serve a God who is bigger, who cares about little me! I was challenged anew to fully cling to that Hand that guides me through the unknown, so that He may be known.

Kept in touch by God's mighty hand!

Andrea