In Your Hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I pray in anguished fear

For one who is in pain.

Pleading, as tears spill from my eyes,

That You’d heal them again.

 

Why is it that I still forget,

Or fail to understand,

You love them even more than I.

They’re engraved on Your hand.

 

You will not forget who they are.

How precious is the grace

That loves us infinitely more

Than our minds can embrace.

 

A love that formed them in the womb

And knows what life has planned,

Will not relinquish those He holds

Engraved upon His hand.

 

Lord, I will still pray for Your Grace,

That’s what loving hearts do,

But I will know they’re in good hands

When I give them to You.

 

Isaiah 49:16

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.