Handle With Prayer
May the Lord who weaved us in our mothers’ wombs,
Knit our very hearts together.
May our God who knows us intimately,
Be our comfort in stormy weather.
May the Lord who made us family in Christ,
And has our very lives in His hands,
Be the one we pour out our hearts to –
Because I know He understands.
May Jesus, who walked this way before us,
And knows our deepest sorrow,
Give us grace to help in time of need,
So that we can face tomorrow.
He experienced our temptations,
Our trials, and our pain;
He knows what it is like to press on
Through the driving rain.
May the Lord who has graven us
On the palms of His hands,
Be our source of lasting hope,
The Rock on which we stand.
There is nowhere we can go to
That our Lord isn’t by our side;
He has given us life eternal –
A love that can never be denied.
God knows our deepest emotions;
In Him we can truly confide.
He is our trust, our treasure,
His Spirit is our guide.
When the burden is heavy and life
Weighs us down with many a care,
Jesus who knows us heart and soul,
Says, “Life is fragile – handle with prayer.”
February 19th, 1995
For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched
with the feeling of our infirmities;
but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,
that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Yea, they may forget, yet I will not forget thee.
Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of My hands;
thy walls are continually before Me.