In God's Good Hands

In God's Good Hands

In God's good hands,

I feel safe and warm,

There is no harm upon me,

No hatred will befall me,

I am loved.

For once in my life I am loved.

Nobody meant it when they said they loved me.

But God never told me, how did I know,

That he loved me?

I knew, because he touched me, held me in his soft pale hands,

The same hands that made you, the same hands that made the world.

I live within his cupped hands along with each child of God,

Each Christian,

Safe from harm and hatred.

He holds me there.

My heart lives within God's hands, he owns me, and he knows my thoughts.

I love him with all my heart, so my heart and soul live forever.

He sent his son, Jesus Christ. My Savior. My true protector,

To die on the cross, Noble and proud,

What harm can befall me? I believe in him.

Lots of 'harm'. I could be killed, I could be hurt,

But what harm is that? Being killed isn't going to Hell,

THAT is the harm I am protected from. From temptation and evil,

From Hell and Hate.

God loves me. Heaven is my home. Not Hell, I don't belong there.

No, I belong in God's kingdom, and do you know why?

Because I believe, because I love.