Expressing my Thoughts in Poetry 1

                                                        

THE HAND

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!

                                                          

I wrote this on 7/21/2007. I hope you will be blessed. "Jesus Christ said, 'come to Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For My yoke is easy and my burden is light."- Matthew 11:28-30