Sunday, May 17, 2015

Take My Hand


I admit it, I am one of those shower singers... I will croon while in the bath... 
One day I was singing and worshipping my Lord in there and I felt God's hand reaching down to me. I lifted my hand and stretched as far as I could trying to get ahold of His hand. But, I just could not reach it. When His hand drew back I started weeping. I knew it was not time for me to go. 
Oh, how I wanted to take His hand and just go with Him. I could think of nothing better than to just go be with Jesus. My heart was broken because He was so close but I could not reach Him. I also knew that if I could just touch His hand I would no longer be here on this earth. I would be with my Lord forever!

His presence in that bathroom was tangible. So peaceful it was. But I was weeping because I knew He had visited me that day and I wanted to go with Him right then. 

It was not so much that I was depressed or unhappy and no, I didn't want to die, that was not it. I just wanted to be with Him, to be where Jesus is. Oh, it would be sooooo wonderful. In my mind I can see His hand reaching down for me even now. There is none like Jesus Christ!

So this song below means more to me than I can tell you:


Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home
When my way grows drear
Precious Lord, linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand, lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord
Lead me home
When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river, I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord
Lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord
Lead me home

I am not tired or weary, I'm not on my last leg and I may even be a bit selfish in this but, Oh, I can still see His hand.....I have a longing to go home!







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