In the Valley

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Help me trust you in the valley

When the way is dark and drear.

Help my steps move ever onward

In your arms I need not fear.

Help me know that You are with me

when I feel so all alone.

When others may forsake me

You’ll not leave me here to roam.

Help me see You know the details

when others misconstrue.

You are ever, only for me

as I fix my eyes on You.

Help me see beyond this trouble

as I struggle with today.

Knowing you have planned my future

ever ordering my way.

Give me strength for each tomorrow

when today I’m overwhelmed.

Knowing strength comes as it’s needed

as I look to you for help.

Thank you, Father, for the valleys

as each one comes and goes.

For in them I find Your comfort

as You guide me safely home.

(By Karen Pickering)

Hollow of His Hand

When I was a little girl my Father would sing to me. Often encouraging me to sing along. One song in particular sticks in my memory. When I was afraid he would pull me up on his lap, put his arm around me and lean his head towards mine as he sang.

The words and melody are from my memory. I can find no record of it in my many searches. If someone knows the name of the composer please tell me so I can give them credit.

Somehow late on this Good Friday  it seems like the sort of song we need to hear.

Here are the words and a short recording.

  • ( chorus) In the hollow of His hand. In the hollow of His hand. I know my Lord will hold me in the hollow of His hand.
  • One day as I was walking along this pilgrim way, the Savior came and spoke to me and then I heard Him say.  (chorus)
  •  Well I may not preach like Peter and I may not pray like Paul, but I can tell the love of Jesus and say He died for all. (chorus)

 

Take courage …Sunday’s coming…