His Hand I Hold
God came and took my hand,
Now I’ll walk with him from this land,
No more pain for me to feel,
For I know this is so real,
As I put my hand in his,
Angels sing from over head,
Voices now so plain and clear,
Others joined this walk I take,
Angels waiting at the gate,
All is well with us please know,
This my Jesus tells me so,
One last look from up above,
Lord please bless the ones we love,
So much pain and sorrow there,
Years of crying everywhere,
Keep them safe from all harm,
Let them know your loves sweet arms,
From the heaven spread your hands
Hold our nations close,
For all evil you will end,
And the new world will begin.
Praise be to God, lets keep him high,
Many tears his eyes have cried,
For the sins committed on this earth,
Now We also feel his hurt,
Pray to God, We never hurt this way again.
Copyright by Helen Hummel Oct 15, 2001
This poem is dedicated to all those who lost their lives on Sept 11, 2001, and it came to me in a dream on this night of Oct 15, 2001, I believe it is their way of letting all of those left behind know that they are well and in God’s care. |
