IN HIS HANDS

When they wrapped him in a blanket

And placed him in my arms;

I asked the Lord to make it

so that I could keep him safe and warm.

One day when we were visiting

He took a walk alone.

And when I realized he was gone from sight,

I prayed, and then called the policemen on the phone.

Someone found him walking

and called the policemen too.

She thought it didn’t seem quite right

To see a three year old walking while carrying one shoe.

The first day he went off to school

I wanted to cry with fear.

I prayed that the Lord would give him the tools

He’d need when I could not be near.

The first time he drove somewhere without me

I was as jittery as could be.

Every nightmare in the world, I couldn’t keep at bay

And so I prayed a thousand times that he’d be safe that day.

At age 16 he had his first date,

And I prayed he wouldn’t be out too late.

I hoped that he would be very kind,

And all of his manners he would mind.

Today we sent him on a new journey

to preach the gospel in a foreign land.

And so again I am on my knees

asking the Lord to keep him in His Hands.

And while I was pondering upon my plea

I felt a voice speak softly,

“Dear child don’t you see;

You can trust in me to keep both of you in My Hands.”