“Precious Lord, take my hand…”


Precious Lord,
take my hand,
and lead me through
this desert land.

Where hope seems dismal
and love fades.
But, You are my shelter.
Your heart is my shade.

Each step I walk,
I am found with You.
You hold me, You guide me.
You carry me through.

No matter the dreariness
of the land ahead.
I have no reason
to fret or dread.

My hand in Yours,
we keeping walking through.
Til I arrive in that City
whose destination is true.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”

Psalm 23:4

And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.  My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.  I and my Father are one.”

John 10:28-30

“My Redeemer Lives!”


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When fear surrounds
And questions lurk
And doubt becomes
A prevalent force
When troubles prevail
And night overtakes day
And my times feel lost
At the end of my course

When hope slips, memories fade
I grab hold to pull You near,
To hear what You have to say
My Redeemer lives are the words I read
The whispers that encourage
The strength to stay

Sitting in the ashes and dust
Friends, miserable comforters
In companions, no trust
Alone and desolate
Vacant from a touch of love
My eyes raise in prayer
Seeking from Him that is above

Back down on the pages
In Your Word, I read,
My Redeemer lives
Someone somewhere is thinking about me
A revelation to encourage
A truth to behold
My Redeemer lives, there I am told

Guess what, all hope is not lost
Though turbulent waves crash
And my life feels tossed

Shine down, O Savior, I pray
When my understanding fails
Lift me from this dusty sorrow
Let Your might, Your love, Your truth prevail
Bless my soul, O My Hope for tomorrow

“Speak Blessings!”



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Whipping about, lashing and hateful

This small member’s language is often fateful

For it strips and works to tear people down

Dropping their countenance to the ground

How often have we participated in the mess

When instead we could have used it to bless

To encourage, to lift, to exalt another

To enrich the lives of our Christian brother

To hold, to love, to show what’s right

Instead we often use it to fight

Wouldn’t it have been just as easy still

To bless according to God’s holy will

To show favor over mocking disdain

And love over inflicting pain

To build and nurture a life within

Instead of participating in this deadly sin

Whose pride causes a boast of self

Instead of nurturing to spiritual health

Speak blessings and help a life to grow

And you’ll reap the rewards from that life you did sow

“Let your speech always be with grace. . .”  Colossians 4:6


“The God Who Touches Me . . .” | Inspirational Christian Poetry

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The God who touches me is the God who loves me.

Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.


He carries my soul in His hand day by day.

He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.


He covers me in light that shields from the dark.

He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.


He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.

My safety; my salvation came at His high price.


The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.

His love on display is the grandest show.


In it we see eternity play out.

His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.


On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.

Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.


The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.

As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.


To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.

His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.


Taking me to heights in heaven to know,

where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.