Rescued by His Hands

(This was shared in institute today, written by a student of my teacher.)

I sit in darkness self employed

By thoughtless, selfish actions

Exposed to things to make one cringe

And shake in strong reaction

Brought on by choices bad in nature

I wallow in my shame

And walk a lonely path I've blazed

Where silence sings my name

Then from a distance I see a light

Peaceful and serene

My hopeful heart begs the question

What is this light I've seen?

I slowly turn, begin to walk

Towards the brightness I beheld

I long to feel the warmth and strength

Of the light that burns so well

I turn to walk, but soon I see

The path is dark and dreary

The hope that burned inside of me

Leaves as I turn weary

A silent prayer, I pray in hope

That pity will be found

On a heart where prayer is foreign tongue

Except when hope is bound

Then on my shoulder do I feel

A hand so strong and sure

Then turn to see a smiling face

With peace and love so pure

It looks at me with strength and love

It strengthens my own being

A question tugs inside my mind

Who is this man I'm seeing?

And as he leads me down the path

That once seemed so foreboding

The darkness fades and light abounds

From the man who's hand I'm holding

Not a word is said but still I find

His touch has healed my sore

And then I look and realize

I've seen this face before

We carry on in peaceful silence

As my mind begins racing

My heart beats quickly as we go

In time with my foot's pacing

And as I took, I do behold

There are others in this place

With loving arms they welcome me

A smile on every face

Some I know, some I do not

But still their hearts extend

I know I'm home where I should be

Here amongst my friends.

And as I sit I realize

I had not thanked the man

I turn to Him and as I do

I see nail prints in His hands

A woman leans and says to me

As in awe I stand

You've been rescued by the hands

Of the Great I Am.