When life gets tough, STOP!
Take a while, look inside.
Unceasingly, there is the Hand that guides;
Almost always, we give no heed.
Sighing to the worlds care,
yet dangling on its thrills beside.
Unnoticed, leading to the brink;
Exhausted, lame, confused.
Gratefully, man has a secret place
The heart to keep its agonies, the woes.
Playing safely secured, hypocrisy that is;
Crumbling in sorrows but deceiving self.
HUSH! The Hand that molds and guide,
Never forsakes us, never gets tired.
Always inviting gently 'rest my child';
"in My gentle Hand and secured arms abide."
His Hands clasp mine and yours!