Tag Archives: Hand

STAND BACK

16 Sep

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Egypt’s Red Sea seemed a mighty foe.

With Pharaoh close there seemed no place to go.

The people stood and cried aloud with fear.

Forgetting all along their Lord was there.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

His mighty hand can move the sea from shore to shore.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Shielded by Armor of Faith we’ll stand.

Jericho was girded all around,

A mighty fortress set on solid ground.

If rushed the army within would abound,

By marching feet and trumpets it went down.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Gideon was sent to take the land,

With only three hundred men he had to stand.

With pitchers, lanterns, horns, he did God’s will,

Though all the enemy died, he did not kill.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Deborah sent her army off to war,

The army would not go without her near,

The chariots of iron saved not the foe,

For God provided the rain, they moved no more.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Joshua was sent to take Ai,

To win this one he must be very sly.

Place armies front and back, came God’s reply,

And hold your spear up high, high in the sky.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

Do you have an enemy today,

Take your troubles to God, get down and pray,

There is nothing He can’t rise above,

He’s there to raise you up in perfect love.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

 

 

 

✝ Written in 1992 as a song

JOY

22 Dec

“I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them.”  John 17:13

I hold in my hand,

the gift of Joy.

It’s my gift,

to do with,

what I will.

I can place it in my pocket,

hide it from the world,

enjoy it only in my private place,

where no one else can see.

Or I can choose to share it,

with a friend,

with a stranger,

with you.

It takes courage to remove it,

from my hand,

and place it,

into my heart,

where it can be criticized,

ridiculed,

shared.

It’s my gift,

and it’s my choice.

God gave it to me,

to do as I will,

In hopes that I will do,

His will,

and give it,

to you.

 

 

Written 11-21-98

THE LOST

23 Nov

“For the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”   Luke 19:10

The road before me seems narrow and unending,

Fear stands before me,

Regret trails behind,

Why must I travel this path?

To the right are green pastures,

To the left are mansions of gold,

Yet my feet won’t veer,

Destiny pulls firmly,

Is this the path I walk for me,

Or do I walk for another?

Fatigue drains the strength from my bones,

I thirst,

The green pastures call to my desires,

“Rest and Drink,”

Forward I walk, determined.

Mansions of gold call my name,

Fulfilled dreams, riches,

Reason fights the Spirit,

Think what I could do with all these,

What lives I could touch,

Forward I walk – steady.

Those who call me loved bite angrily at my sides,

Bitter words echo in my mind,

Must love hurt,

Throbbing starts in my palms,

In my feet.

Who must I walk this path for?

Is it for You?

Is it for me?

Is it for lives yet to be touched?

Forward, Lord, place Your hand in mine,

Let me walk in Your footsteps,

Let me see Your path,

Let me lay aside my selfish dreams,

So that I may reach the broken soul,

That sits at the side of the path,

That You have sent me to travel.

Anoint me, Lord,

With wisdom, with love, with peace,

That I may overcome the burden,

That You have placed in my life,

To reach the lost – for You.

Written 4-2-2004

COMPOUND BLESSINGS

29 Sep

Luke 11:9 And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

 

I hold a blessing,

In my hand,

It’s real,

And sound,

And beautiful.

 

I could keep the blessing,

And treasure it’s virtue.

When it’s done,

I will hold the memory,

Like a sweet fragrance.

 

I could release the blessing,

And let it fall into the hands,

Of someone near,

Someone who may recognize,

It’s treasure,

Or may see it,

With abandon.

 

Or I could receive it,

And give it to you,

A perfect gift,

Nothing lacking,

Into the hand,

Of one who needs,

The very fragrance,

It unlocks.

 

If I keep it,

It will fade with age,

Beautifully and gracefully,

Evaporating.

 

If I let it loose,

It may become a blessing,

Or may die a sudden death,

Unappreciated and alone.

 

But if I give it to you,

Into the hand it was meant to go,

Then I too will share the blessing,

By watching you,

Enjoying the perfect purpose,

For what it was send to do.

 

I give it now,

To you.

 

Written 11-19-2001

Sore On My Palm

19 Jul

 

jesus hands hole with baby hand

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.      Isaiah 53:5 (KJV)

To say that we have had windstorms this year is a gross understatement.  We are getting to know our neighbor’s eating habits from the trash we’ve had to pick up in our yard – the hazard of being the last house before the cyclone fence!

Our poor trees took a beating and their branches covered an acre of yard.  So few trees, so many branches; I suspect some are visitors from neighboring yards accompanying the trash.

I grabbed a big bucket and went about collecting branches.  The smaller ones fit nicely into the bucket, but the longer ones had to be broken.  Most snapped in half easily, but one branch hadn’t dried out completely and gave me quite a challenge.  When it finally gave it snapped in my hand and dug into my palm – yikes, that smarts!

I babied that hand for days, the loose skin fell away and it left behind a perfectly round purple mark in the center of my palm.  As I reviewed it one day it took my breath away.  For just a moment I was looking into the hand of my Savior, a hole clean through and bloodied.  A sacrifice, just for me.

I fussed at my simple gouge; the soldiers drove nails through His hands and feet.  I jump at the smallest bump, He was hung on a cross; his side pierced.  How dare me to feel sorry for myself over a scratch when He gave His life without complaint so that I could receive eternal life.

The mark stayed on my palm for weeks, a daily reminder of how much God loves me.  Scars are reminders of choices made, good or bad, and always come with lasting memories.  I wish the mark had not gone away.  Like the cross hanging around my neck, I desire the simple daily reminders of who I am in Christ; someone just like you, a child of Christ.

Thank you Lord for making me ever aware of what You have done for me.  I could never repay You.  Don’t allow me to get so caught up in everyday life to forget that everything I have, every breath I breathe, every step I take, is made possible by You.  I praise You.

 

Written by Linda J Humes

Written 6-8-2010

TAKE MY HAND

27 Dec

 Reaching Hand

“Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.” 

Psalm 77:20

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                                         and guide me through this weary time.

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Gently lift and gently lead,

            my eyes are tired,

           the path is dim.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                               a grasp of friendship,

                    a grasp of love,

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Father to child,

                     child to father,

            trusting,

           secure,

           warm.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                   that I might be healed,

                          and capable soon,

                         to reach my hand,

                     back to another.

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