That Hand

The hand of him was large and ominous
and in its presence they all quaked with fear
for then they knew that they had done amiss
that hand, that grasp: at times no one seemed near.
All day and night that hand would not release
they struggled, squirmed, but all to no avail
for in that hand the pressure would increase
what could they do? for all was doomed to fail.

Yet in that hand a gentle warmth resides
a ray, a light, a constant source of hope
assuring me that in the troublous times
the cares and burdens all to it I throw
What then! shall I in ignorance be free?
No Way! for by His hand he leadeth me.