My Life, His Hands

My Life is in His Hands...

 

The Hell that plays inside my head you simply cannot see,

this makes it no less genuine, it’s not happening to you but me.
The song it plays the same refrain till I think my head will burst
and round and round it goes again the last time worse than first.
A prodigal I’ll admit I’ve been, the fault - it lies with me, I opened up a door
that should have remained under lock and key.

The road back home has been difficult, my progress steady but slow,

the pathway has been cumbersome but in my heart I know,
that this is why my Savior’s blood poured out upon the cross,
and purified me from sins I’ve made, I’m saved, no longer lost.

It’s by His grace, His love, His mercy, His forgiveness that I’m free,

it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.
So when ol’ slewfoot whispers accusations in my ear,
 I’ll remind him of his future for his end is coming near.  

I may be far from perfect, but there’s one thing that I know,

the steps of the righteous are ordained by God, whatever path I go. 
He uses my mistakes to glorify His name
through helping other prodigals who are experiencing the same.

Unless you’ve walked within my shoes, you really shouldn’t judge

you haven’t an inkling or a clue upon the path I’ve trudged.
It’s God who looks upon the heart and sees me as I am and for that reason
I’ll profess He is the great I AM!