Hand Upon My Life Poem by Allen Liebenberg

Dark as the night is my life this stage
Depression fills my mind, heart eaten by rage
Untrustworthy I deem my surround’
In my ears, accusing is the sounds

Cell beaten my every deed
Even to get something for need
Sharply looked upon is my actions
Not even ignored for the many time’s fractions

A Hand then bow onto my life
A Hand that cuts stress like a knife
A Hand assures me of one day hope
If not I stand every day and mope.

The Hand upon my life wardens me without end
It does help me if alone I must fend
For my dignity and for my good name.
And It leaves on evil doers only the shame.

God’s plan perfect before beginning of time
He has the words, the world is but a mime.
God can speak in only one word
And He will gather His sheep, every one in the herd

The Hand upon my life tells of truth
Even in my spirit’s rebellious youth
The Hand upon my life tells of future and hope.
And His Hand lets down for me to catch a rope.