His Hands of Love

His hands of love
Have always been upon me
From the moment He thought me into being...
From the moment He placed me in my mothers womb..
His hands of love has been upon me.

No, His plans were not for pain, disaster, or failure.
His plans for me have always been for good,
And although the enemy comes in like a wave,
A tyrant to destroy all hope...
My God is there...with His hands of love,
Sending His host of angels to fight the invaders...

Each step of the way
Each step in the journey of life,
His hands of love are upon me...

These are the same hands
That bear the piercing of the nails that hung Him on the cross.
Willingly, He gave His everything
To give us the abundant life of
Forgiveness, freedom, wholeness, peace and joy
And that abundant life of victory...

Yes, these same hands of love are holing me today,
Through the circumstance,
Through the unknowns,
Through the scary...the new,
Through the "whys"
Through it all!!!

They are holding me steady
And making me who He intended me to be

"Your very hands hold me and make me who I am."
Psalms 119:73a TPT