INTO THE HANDS OF LOVE

From the time His hands did place with care
each new life upon the earth to share,
all the wonders and the love He gave
His name upon each soul engraved.

Unseen, His hands were there to guide
first words, first steps, unsteady strides,
His sorrow, pain, was there for you
in time of tears, when feeling blue.

He danced with us and laughed and sang
when joy and gladness often rang,
within us, quickening hearts clear pealing
the splendor of His nearness feeling.

When burdened by the trials of life
complex, that bring us endless strife,
we feel alone, without a friend
His hands of love are there to tend.

Every moment of our life’s full span
He holds us gently in His hands,
When at last He calls us from above
we’ll walk into His hands of love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 06, 1996