THE HOLLOW OF HIS HAND
God holds me in the hollow of His hand
In safety here I rest.
Nothing can harm me whilst He cares for me,
My Lord, my God, knows best.
But see, He gives me space to move beyond
The safety of His grasp.
He loves me, but He sets me free to choose,
To wander or hold fast.
He gives the freedom to explore the world
To all His children here.
But whilst I struggle in this earthly life,
His love is always near.
I cause Him heartache with my lack of love,
I push my Lord away.
He waits for me to call upon His name,
He listens when I pray.
And so I find that though I turned away
From Him, His love remained.
He longs to hold me once again within
The hollow of His hand.
God holds me in the hollow of His hand
In safety here I rest.
Nothing can harm me whilst He cares for me,
My Lord, my God, knows best.
But see, He gives me space to move beyond
The safety of His grasp.
He loves me, but He sets me free to choose,
To wander or hold fast.
He gives the freedom to explore the world
To all His children here.
But whilst I struggle in this earthly life,
His love is always near.
I cause Him heartache with my lack of love,
I push my Lord away.
He waits for me to call upon His name,
He listens when I pray.
And so I find that though I turned away
From Him, His love remained.
He longs to hold me once again within
The hollow of His hand.