THE HAND I HOLD
By: Tyararr J. Jones
The hand I hold is bigger than the holes in which I fall,
Its comfort is more consuming than the grief I at times may bare.
Faithfully guided during times of questioning and pondering,
The hand I hold is strong.
The hand I hold is bigger than the trials I endure,
Its motive of constant care and direction is pure.
Patiently enduring my pulling away in times of pride and eccentric rebellion,
The hand I hold is patient.
The hand I hold is bigger than my sin,
It is the hand of God, so mighty and so strong.
A child of His I am and to Him I belong,
The hand that accepts my embrace is God's.
The hand that created the world created me,
The hand that breaks me also mends me.
The hand I hold is bigger than the fear that battles my faith,
It is the hand of God.
