His Hand



His hand, His precious nail scarred hand,
Changes lives of sinful men…
Giving peace and joy within.
It knocks at the door of the heart,
Ready new life to impart…
And lift from the state of sin.

Our souls are rescued as we pray,
Crying out from miry clay…
It is by His hand we’re freed.
That hand we heard so softly knock,
Plants our feet on solid Rock…
And it meets our every need.

His precious hand is always there,
Lifting the burdens we bear…
Oh, how He loves you and me!
The hand of Christ, our Lord and King,
Is the hand to which we cling…
Till His Glowing face we see.

When we reach Heaven’s gate, my friend,
His hand will welcome us in…
As He greets us at the door.
In that great and glorious place,
We shall see our Saviour’s face…
And praise Him forevermore…
What a Precious Hand Indeed!


 Jesus said: “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:
If any man hear my voice, and open the door,
I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”
“Praise ye the Lord.”
(Rev 3:20; Ps 149:1)


~ Connie Campbell Bratcher - Jan, 2006 ~



Copyright © 2006, Connie C. Bratcher

Design © by Your Impressions


"As the Deer"