The Hands That Carry Me
When I am weak Jesus carries me. Away from trouble
The Hands That Carry Me
I do not always understand
the road before me.
Sometimes it twists unexpectedly,
and sometimes it feels long.
Yet I have learned
that I do not walk it alone.
Your hand guides me,
even when I cannot see the way.
You have carried me
through disappointments,
through heartbreak,
and through uncertainty.
There were days
when my faith felt small,
when questions seemed larger
than the answers.
Still You remained patient.
Still You remained near.
Still You whispered peace
into my troubled thoughts.
The world often teaches
that strength comes from within.
I have discovered something different.
My strength comes from You.
From knowing that Your love
does not fade with time,
and Your promises remain true.
When fear knocks at my door,
You bring courage.
When sorrow arrives,
You bring comfort.
That is why I trust You.
Not because life is perfect,
yet because You are faithful.
And faithfulness,
in a changing world,
is a treasure beyond measure.
By Marie381UkWriter
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