So often we say
We are holding on
But in actual fact
Our strength is gone.
We are being held,
That is the fact
And the hands that hold us
Will never grow slack.
This is the believer’s reality,
I mean the born again,
It is God’s mercy to us
In both pleasure and pain.
His holding is constant,
Our holding on is not,
Reliance on God’s dependability
Is the believer’s lot.
God doesn’t permit us
To pull our hands out of His
Even though, of course,
We are still exposed to risk.
I know we do things
That do not please Him
And it appears he has let go
On account of our sin.
But it is not what it seems
Though we have let go,
God is still holding our hands
That’s how much I know.
It’s difficult to understand
But is most assuredly real,
Almighty God, our Father
Can never fail.
Next time you are asked
How you are doing,
Reply “eternally held”
Even if it’s not showing.
For we walk by faith
And not by sight,
And when everything seems wrong
Everything is right.
There I go again
With the unexplained,
But once God’s holding my hand
All is well in sun or rain.
Stewart Russell © March 2020
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