I want to grasp your hand dear Lord
But my grip is oh so weak
An ebbing strength of childlike hands
dulled senses, calloused and poor.
Yet as fingertips extend to where
They have never touched the heavens
All blood escapes as gravity closes in for a closer look
Kissing the heart strings as I strain
But Lord how feeble I must seem
All the while you, in all your glory
Indescribable in your majesty and might.
Even though I reach and strain
Gritting teeth and labored breath
I am no closer to you than when I started…
It is in a moment of complete resignation
Shoulders slumped, eye lids shut
Bitterness on the tongue pushed back
Swallowed and helplessness in my heart…
It is in this moment of complete and utter
Abandon of self-worth and personal gain
That I feel something.
That I feel a touch.
That I feel a warmth, like never before
As blazing fingertips extend and grasp onto mine
As I pull back in surprise for but a moment
As I recognize that I am in your very presence
Totally lost, powerless and surrendered…
You hold my hands in yours, I can feel your power
I can feel your strength as if it beckons me to
Looking up, hesitant, penitent
I find love.
I find joy.
I find peace.
All of my labored aching ceases
I am whole.
I am found.
I am Yours.