Lord, sometimes life is fragile,
So we draw upon Your power
And call upon Your blessed name
To help us in this hour.
You are strong when we are weak,
And we reside within Your palm.
As we trust and hide in You
You pour out precious, healing balm.
Thank You, Lord, for healing hands
Which bring to us a needed touch.
Thank You for your faithfulness
In always loving us so much.
"Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear."
Isaiah 59:1 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf