My Times Are In Thy Hand...

This is a poem my grandpa once printed out for me, which he had by his bed. For years I've had it by mine, and only in the last two weeks has it gripped me as it has done. To really read this aloud...it is a real challenge. One that has to be taken. Have a read...

My times are in Thy hand;

My God, I wish them there;

My life, my friends, my soul I leave

Entirely to Thy care.

My times are in Thy hand;

Whatever they may be;

Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,

As best may seem to Thee.

My times are in Thy hand;

Why should I doubt or fear?

My Father’s hand will never cause

His child a needless tear.

My times are in Thy hand,

Jesus, the crucified!

Those hands my cruel sins had pierced

Are now my guard and guide.

My times are in Thy hand,

I’ll always trust in Thee;

And, after death, at Thy right hand

I shall forever be.

William Freeman Lloyd 1791-1853

To know my grandpa, and the life he had lived, and to know he could read this, gives me energy to keep on running this race, and to live this out... :)