The unseen Hand
My trust I give the unseen Hand
The One that beckons from where I stand
A prayer we offer in words we mention
The Hand responds sweet in precision
Moments or years, His timing unknown
Our confidence grounded, we are not alone.
Compared our plans they are not similiar
His ways so high feel unfamiliar
He moves in motions more pristine
Kingdom advancing through eyes unseen
It moves, it weaves, it orchestrates
No task to big to undertake
His plan unravels in blissful perfection
His ways are good there, no, exception
We stand strong upon the words He’s said
Following the path of which He led.
My trust I give the unseen Hand.
The One that beckons from where I stand.
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