His Hands

I was drawing a blank this week about what to write about. Then I dreamt about a handprint. That led me to the thought that we all have God’s handprints on us. That he molded and made each of us to be who we are. And, just as he molded us he breathed life into us. No matter what might happen each day we can face it knowing we are a child of God—God’s special creation:

The hands longing to mold you,
will never let you fall . . .
they will always lift you up
when on them, you call.

They will uphold you,
when you’re feeling weak
in love, they’ll enfold you
when their comfort you seek.

The hands wanting to mold you,
are steady and oh, so strong
if you trust in their power
nothing can or will go wrong.

They will wrap around you,
in them, courage you will find
they’ll defend and protect you
bring to you, peace of mind.

The hands desiring to mold you,
will never let you fall . . .
for they belong to our Father
who wants to save one and all!

~ Deobrah Ann Belka

Isaiah 64:8

“But now, O Lord, thou art our father;
we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand.”

Kelley Evans

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