In His Hands

In His Hands

By Sherita Jones | The Anointing Grace

Now that I’m His, the journey’s begun,  

I walk in the light, no longer on the run.  

The void once so vast, now filled with His grace,  

In His loving presence, I’ve found my place.

He is my comfort when the nights feel cold,  

In Him, I’ve found more than silver or gold.  

He binds up my wounds, heals every scar,  

Taking me places I’ve never dreamed of, far.

Though the pain of the past tries to creep back in,  

He reminds me I’m cleansed, forgiven of sin.  

The rejection, the fear, the years of despair,  

Are nothing compared to the love that’s there.

He whispers to me when I feel weak,  

His voice so gentle, yet strong when He speaks.  

I am not forsaken, I am never alone,  

For in His hands, I have found my home.

Each step I take, He guides with care,  

I trust in His will, I know He’s there.  

Even when the path is hard to see,  

I’m certain He’s walking ahead of me.

He turns every heartache into something new,  

Every loss into something I never knew.  

He is refining me, day by day,  

Molding me gently, like the potter’s clay.

I’m learning to love as He loves me,  

I’m learning to walk in His purity.  

No longer bound by my history,  

I am free in the One who set me free.

In His name, I have become His own,  

With Him, I’m never on this journey alone.  

I now wear His glory, His light within,  

Every battle I face, He will always win.

He’s given me peace where chaos once reigned,  

He’s covered me with love where sorrow remained.  

I have no regrets in surrendering my soul,  

For in His hands, He’s made me whole.

And as I walk forward, my faith is restored,  

My life in His hands, forever secured.  

I live now for Him, in Him I stand,  

A daughter, a servant, held by His hand.