The hand that healed the masses
the one they nailed on the cross,
this hand holds the anvil
removing all the dross.

And then a thought that fleets in..
some hidden worry i hold
unwhispered little something...
to none that i have told.
And then
i hear His whisper
His voice my heart does know
answering my inner worry...
in the beautiiful way He does.

Peace returns as gratefulness quells my hurting soul
as i entrust my little problems into His all knowing hold..

i sit back and i wonder at His divine plans
amazed by His patience ..
my future in His hands