- * God's Hands *- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * GOD'S HANDS *-

A storm is building quickly
Dark clouds are overhead
Lightening clashes fiercely
As I toss and turn in bed.

Inside, my life is turmoil,
As I rush through every day
Sometimes I have such trouble
As I try to find my way.

So now, I turn to Jesus,
Put my life into His Hands
And try my very hardest
Just to make some small amends.

This fierce storm is lifting,
The skies becoming clear.
As I kneal down in solemn prayer
He'll wash away my fear.

So, if your heart is heavy
And your life is filled with fears
Just put your life into His Hands
And be washed clean by His tears.

For daily, He will guide you,
As your Knowledge, He expands:
The only thing He'll ever ask,
That you put... your life into His Hands.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 3-28-06