His Hand Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The force of life, the fountain
The source of love the first
The end and the beginning
The sure and steady course

The hand that lifts the broken
The arm that proffers strength
The palm of safety's harbor
The bosom of all hope

The righter of misgivings
The lily, rose, the balm
The gold that will not tarnish
The rock in freedom's land

He is the one to look to
When wounds are hard to bear
He is the one who's waiting
To take your hand in his.