His Hands Hold Ours

His hands held mine – 

In the deep, low valleys

And over the highest peaks.

Through the violent storms,

And under the clear, inviting sky.

His hands held mine –

When my heart was breaking,

And there was no remedy.

When life pulled me under,

His hands pulled me back up.

His hands held mine –

When I wanted to run away

Because the hurdles seemed too high.

Those hands clasped mine

And together we leaped.

His hands held mine –

When the leaping resulted in falling,

And our hearts were broken open.

When we chose to love each other

Before loving them.

And now,

His hands hold theirs –

When danger looms

In an uncertain world.

His hands clasp theirs,

And pull them to safety.

His hands hold theirs –

When their own deep valleys

Are saturated with tears.

When their little hearts

Hold big hurts.

His hands hold theirs –

Through the pouring rain

And the thick mud.

He carries them to dry ground,

His hands wrapping them in warmth.

His hands hold theirs –

When their stomachs are unsettled

And the future is unclear.

When the only answer to their questions

Is love.

His hands hold ours –

Even at our most unlovely.

And how blessed we are.