My Hands And You

Once, my soul
through gloomy roads was walking.

“My God! Where are you?” I asked,
lifting up my longing eyes.

An absolute silence was the answer.
But, support and comfort I received,
Oh Lord, by a thousand hands around me.

Several years have passed by
since my question was replied to,
And I know those ready hands
were Yours, in fact — providing
love and care.

Since then, it is I who, with willing hand,
rush to support my friends,
knowing that among the great riches You provide,
My hands, Oh Lord, are also given.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

JSH Collections

JSH-Online has hundreds of pamphlets, anthologies, and special editions for you to discover.

BROWSE COLLECTIONS

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
"All the symptoms disappeared"
January 1, 2000
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit