In Your Gentle Hands

In Your gentle hands
I lay my weary head.
“Come unto Me and rest,”
My blessed Saviour said.

In Your loving hands
I place my pain and grief.
The comfort of Your touch
Brings precious, sweet relief.

In Your cradling hands
I rest my every care,
In the calm assurance
I can safely leave them there.

In Your mighty hands
Securely I can rest,
Protected and upheld,
Content and fully blest!

Honoria A. Groves