HIS HAND

HIS HAND 
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I hold the hand of God,
And His mysterious plan unfolds before me.
Gingerly and tentatively,
With a halting and hestitation,
With a fear and trepidation ...
Yet with certainty of His invitation,
I look imploringly at my merciful Shepherd.
At all He has for me.
-I question whether a soul like mine ought to be privy to such personal experiences of lavish grace and mercy, so tangibly and unquestionably extended me
-I question whether the gifts of God should settle so decisively and forcibly on a sinful creature like myself.
-I question whether inspiration and revelation ought to be better utilized on a purer and more noble heart than my own.
But the Shepherd is sure,
His love is pure,
And His hand is on me.
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We cannot know what the future holds,
We can only be sure of the hand we hold.
The Shepherd's hand ...
And mine.