In Your Gentle Hands
In Your gentle handsI 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
