His Unfailing Hand

When dreams lay scattered like stones in the sand
Beneath a lack-luster sky
When all of our wishes won’t heed our commands
And the well of good luck has run dry
When the songs we once danced to can no longer cheer
But weep ‘cross a barren land
Won’t you reach out to the One that is near?
And hold to His unfailing Hand
Oh, hold to His unfailing hand

When there is no music to brighten the way
And clouds over-shadow our path
The wooing of memories cannot persuade
The ill-wind to rescind its wrath
Blindly into the vast unknown
The roads of life command
But oh, praise God, we are never alone
If we hold to His unfailing hand
If we hold to His unfailing hand

Fortune is fickle and luck is a myth
And Time a relentless stride
Life is merely a prelude to death
And a door to the other side
But faith is not futile nor Hope without end
There’s purpose in life’s shifting sand
If we know the love of mankind’s greatest Friend
And hold to His unfailing hand
Oh, hold to His unfailing hand

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Janet Martin

The Lord is thy keeper;
The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. Ps. 121:5