His Hands

God has such big hands
That He can hold people in all lands.
He holds us in His palm,
Turns our chaos into calm.
When He closes His fingers tight,
He gives us a chance to gain sight.
He spreads them apart a little bit
To let us have trials we won't forget,
So that our muscle of faith
Can become stronger to run the race.
I am a child of God
And don't think it's odd
That I have all I need
Since Jesus set me free.

Family Visit

We’ve been traveling all night long,
The darkness is turning into dawn.
The first pink blush of sunrise
Is showing in the eastern sky.
It was a quick visit so many miles away,
We had no money for a place to stay.
We saw my immediate family.
The years last together were three.
We met in the basement of a local church.
Everyone chipped in with the work.
The chefs can really cook.
The food was really good.
Some thought it weird to say a prayer
Over the food; they don’t seem to be aware
Of how much we have been blessed.
But I’ve been the same way, I will confess,
Until I met my best friend Jesus.
Now He’s the one I trust and in whom I rest.
There was much laughter and lots of talk,
So much news to be caught up.
There was teasing, which caused drama too,
When someone thought others were being rude.
It’s sad in some ways to see how we’ve aged,
And how some things just don’t change.
But I know we are full of the wealth
Of being alive, whether in good or bad health.
I was glad to hear someone say she can’t die yet
Because she has more to do, and she can’t let
Anything stop her from getting it done
So she can say this was the best race she had run.
So even though this trip made me so weary,
I’m glad I got to see my family.