My times are in Your hand
The hand of Him who has All things planned.
Times of joy, unbridled and pure
Hedged in by all that seems secure.
Seasons, full of sunny blue skies
Spring days teeming with butterflies;
My times of joy are in your hand
On this truth, I do firmly stand.
My times are in Your hand
The hand of Him who has All things planned.
Times of grief, heartbreak and loss
And ever so often, tempest-tossed.
Seasons, when pain creeps in to stay
And darkness blocks the light of day.
My times of grief are in Your hand
On this truth, I do firmly stand.
My times are in Your hand
The hand of Him who has All things planned.
Times of peril, when dangers loom
Shadowed by every dread and gloom.
Times, when fear seems to have full sway
There’s a war waging to get Joy to stay.
My times of peril are in Your hand
On this truth, I do firmly stand.
My times are in Your hand
The hand of Him who has All things planned.
Times of uncertainty, of not knowing
What lies ahead, where I’m going,
Like an ebbing wave on sands of time
I’ve no hold now on what ‘fore felt mine.
My times of uncertainty are in Your hand
On this truth, I do firmly stand.
My times are in Your hand
The hand of Him who has All things planned
The hands that flung stars all over space
Yet, held in place on the Cross by nails.
The hand of Him who will rend the sky
With a trumpet sound one day, by and by;
My times, all times, are in Your hand
On this truth, I do firmly stand.
arjohn
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My times are in Your hand (Psalm 31:15)