In His Hands

Through many dangers, toils and snares
and far too many worldly cares


In His hands I find rest


When the world is at my back
shaking its finger ready to attack


In His hands I find rest


Looking into the mirror I see
hazy reflections of what I could be


In His hands I find rest


When in prayer I close my eyes
on bended knee and I cry


In His hands I find rest


The last tendril of breath
I exhale will not be death
but instead heavenly rest.

~ Valerie Bishop ~

[ by: Valerie Bishop, Copyright © 2007 (vbish123@yahoo.com) -- submitted by: Valerie Bishop ]