God's Hand On Mine (Ode To God) - Poem by Helen Hastings
With thee holding my hand,
My joy is complete;
And life seems peaceful and pure,
But if thou should leave,
Then sorrow I'd meet;
And life, a nightmare I couldn't endure.
If I were oppressed by hardship and sin,
And caught in the drifting sands of time;
Neither grief could engulf, nor evil win;
As long as I find God's hand is on mine.
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