Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Hold To the Hand That Holds Us



For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. Isa.41:13

Hold to the hand that holds the sand that trickles through time’s glass
The Keeper of His promises knows what will come to pass
Then should the fight be hard and night reach far into the day
Still, hold the hand that holds us in each untold come-what-may

Hold to the hand that holds the land and sea in folds of blue
He parts the waters of the deep so that we may pass through
And should the way that he allows seem foreign to our want
Still, hold the hand that holds us close where fear and worry taunt

Hold to the hand that will not fail though oft it seems, we must
Yet, if we never failed then would we ever truly trust?
His hands are rich with mercy, granting courage for this strife
Hold to the hand that holds us in the gray and gold of life

And wore the nails and bore the cross for our sin; Jesus
Hold to His hand, He understands what we can never know
Hold to the hand that holds us near and never lets us go

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Mother-prayer for the Hands She holds





Oh, let me never be the one
To lead your little hands to wrong
…you trust me to guide you right
Hold you, hug you warm and tight

You watch my hands clap and praise
Lift you, teach you in life’s ways
Oh God, let it never be
That you should learn wrong from me

Hold my hand then, God I pray
For if you will lead the way
Then these small hands are secure
Led not by my hands, but yours

© Janet Martin

Monday, October 15, 2012

Don't Let Go...



For every up there is a down
For every high there is a low
For every love there is someone
Hold my hand and don’t let go

For every joy, oh there is grief
With every wonder there is woe
For every bud there is a leaf
Hold my hand and don’t let go

For every smile there is a tear
For every tear there is a crown
For every hope there is a fear
For every up there is a down
For every triumph there’s despair
For every gain, something to lose
For every trouble there is prayer
It’s up to you and me to choose
For every high there is a low
Only, only love secures
Hold my hand and don’t let go
Hold my hand and I’ll hold yours

For every night there is a day
For every day a night to rest
For every doubt there is a way
For every better there is best
For every road there is an end
For every yes there is a no
And for each other, there’s a friend
Hold my hand and don’t let go
Oh darling, hold my hand
And
Don’t let go

J~



Friday, December 16, 2011

Unwrapping Moments


She watches
Caught between the present
And the past
As her son’s awkward
Attempts at gift-wrapping
Bring laughter from us
And mumbling from him…
As he wraps
She unwraps
Moments
Stored sacredly
Where she can ponder them
In her heart
Moments being fashioned
Into memories
Even now
By hands
Caught somewhere between
A boy
And a man…

Janet~

It’s a tender-sweet stage…13.
The other night I asked him what was so funny
And his instant reply was unexpected…
“mom, guy humor”
And he never did tell me!

The verse below has been one of my favorites, for as long as I can remember..
Our hearts, the place we store our most cherished thoughts.

But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I Love Your Hands


Your hands……
Spreading butter on your toast
Taking a cup of coffee from my hand
Your hands….
One of the things I cherish most
I study them
As you hold the morning paper
Sip your java
I absorb you…..
Your down-cast eyes
The strong chin and neck
Then I realize
In the end
I return
To your hands
For which I yearn
When you are near
Or far away
Your hands……
Holding the pen
While writing
Words
Touching me
Like no spoken sentiment ever can…
For so much more is heard
From script of pen
Held in your hand
Turning the ordinary
Into extra-ordinary again….
And again
Darling I love your hands
With them you
Love…
Me
Satisfying with mournful sweetness
My solitary anguish......
Life and love
A matter of hands
I love to study your hands
Over breakfast
Intertwined with mine

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Janet Martin

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

These Little Hands.....






These little hands I’m holding
Pull me along
As life begins molding
Their thinking patterns
Their smile and song
I gaze at these little hands
Pulling me along….

These little hands
Are bigger, I see
And I often wonder
As I ponder life
What will they to be?
These little hands
That are holding me

These little hands…..
Or they used to be
Are reaching, reaching
Trying to find
The hand of opportunity
As I feel them softly
Slipping away
Away from me

These little hands
Will do the deeds
That make or break them
They will plant the seeds
Of their choosing
I ask God will take them
For His using

These little hands
Will let go of mine
Yet I know
There is One so divine
That will never let go
Of these little hands
That briefly hold mine

And now I see….
I think I am holding them
But they are holding me
And while life is
Molding them
Their little hands
Are molding me

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Janet Martin