On our own we wander about
Searching for what makes sense.
Recoiling at the misunderstood.
We mount our meager defense.
Thoughts that we’re not in control
Percolates fear of the unknown.
Denying evidence of creation.
Snubbing a Creator’s seeds sown.
If we were willing to press pause,
Take time to examine and inspect.
Proof of God’s gracious provisions
Would become difficult to reject.
Blessings seemingly undeserved.
The fortuitous sequence of events.
Were they just random acts of luck?
Or His love coming to our defense?
Such a confession moves the heart
To let go of life’s steering wheel.
Placing trust in an invisible hand
That leads us beyond what we feel.
But how does one come to believe
In so great a surrender’s demand?
Our blinding selfishness is forgiven
As we see the holes in Christ’s hands.
Beautiful is the scarred hand of God.
The faithful’s hand He won’t let go.
He guides us through life’s struggles
Assuring us we are never again alone.