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My Hand

  • Writer: mcconihay
    mcconihay
  • Feb 25, 2021
  • 1 min read

I put my hand in Jesus' hand

It felt so rough and worn.

The scar from the nail

His precious flesh had torn.

The years of carpenter work

Had made his hand quite hard.

So odd to think that God's own Son

Would have his hand so marred.

I had been so anxious.

Then we met one day.

He held my hand and gave a squeeze.

It meant more than words could say.

Thus we walked together

Along life’s winding path.

Fear and doubt has gone away.

With him my soul can laugh.


For I the LORD your God

Will hold your right hand,

Saying unto you,

Fear not; I will help you.

Isaiah 41:13

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