THE BLESSINGS OF HIS HAND

Oh merciful Heavenly Father
I lift my praise unto you
that my voice would always be
a harp before your thorn.

May your horn of faith
never stop sounding its music
within my soul,
nor allow my lips to stop
from giving thanks
for the rich abundance of your grace.

Let my heart never lose
the joy of feeling your Holy Spirit’s presence
to feel the love and peace abide
coming as an assuring wind over my despair
when I have fallen into a valley
and all the world seems filled with darkness.

Grant me God to always have eyes
seeing your hand upon every sky and slope,
reminding me of your word in promise
so I shall be a flame of witness
ever burning with desire
to show the light of your forgiveness,
which is so ceaseless in its bounty.

Guide my steps so they always are filled with hope,
which will become my song of rejoice
sung constantly in gratitude
before your throne of everlasting compassion.