Diana Hill

Rookie (11/13/59 / Orlando Florida)

The Master Hand - Poem by Diana Hill

My creditors surround me like a sea, the wave’s crash upon me so fierce I can hardly breathe. I feel so a lone, I know that it is my flesh that speaks. For I know in God alone that he supplies all my needs. He becomes all things to me. No matter how rough the path may be, my strength is in the Master‘s hand that He has lent to me.
For as it was once said so long ago…. The Lord is my shepherd; my provider and strength. I shall not want; nor lack for need. He maketh me to lie in green pastures; He gives a pleasant place to call my home. He leadeth me beside still waters, as He guides me peacefully, through this journey of life alone. He restoreth my soul; as He brings me back each day renew. He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His name sake; as He drives me forth in the right path, His name becomes engraved in the every essence of my being. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; I will fear no evil, even though my life may be carry to the brink of death, For you Oh God, is with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me; Your scepter is my authority; your staff is my support, my peace in you I find. Thou prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You Oh Lord places a strong hold over the attacks that come against me You spreads it out on a table arrayed in Victories. You oh Lord anointest my head with oil as my cup runneth over; as you place me in time and satisfy my soul with a rich fragrance and beauty unknown. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; from the mountain top to the valley through the good times and bad, My path will He light, with His favor and kindness of His love. I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever, and, forever holding to the master's hand.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 8, 2008


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