Within My Father's Hand

 

I stand upon a windswept shore
And watch the waves roll in.
There’s peace in being still with Him
Far from the worldly din.
 
The sound of wind, of rushing tides,
The songs that nature sings
Refresh in me the hope, the joy
That only His touch brings.
 
I love the songs the brethren sing,
The sharing of His Word,
But when I sit alone with Him
He’s more easily heard.
 
I need the comfort of the church,
But there are always days
When I seek time with Him alone
To talk, listen, and praise.
 
I know that He is always near,
But, in life’s rush and roar,
I find it harder to hear Him
Than on a windswept shore.
 
That’s why I come down to the sea,
Where the waves wash the sand,
And find the peace I need the most
Within my father’s hand.
 
Philippians 4:6-7
do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.