Of course. Here is a poem woven with the scriptural theme of God's guiding hand.
Your Hand Upon This Life
May Your hand be upon me, firm and yet kind, The mark of the Potter on this yielding clay. Shape me and form me,to Your perfect mind, And guide all my footsteps along the narrow way.
Be the hand of the sculptor, carving the stone, Chiseling away what should not remain. Until in this temple,You claim for Your own, Your image,unclouded by self-serving stain.
Be the hand of the scribe, writing Your law Not on cold tablets,but deep on my heart. Let every beat echo with reverence and awe, A living epistle,set daily apart.
Be the hand of the father, steady and sure, That teaches the child their first halting step. Making my walk in Your promises pure, A path from Your wisdom I'll never misstep.
Be the hand of the healer, tender and balm, That touches the wound and makes brokenness whole. In the midst of the storm,be my infinite calm, Restoring the joy and the song to my soul.
So let it be written in mercy and grace, This life held secure in the grip of Your own. Until I behold You,at last, face to face, And know by Your hand,I was never alone.
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