Your Hand On Me

Sometimes I feel
your hand on me,
resting on my shoulder
while I sit at my work,
or on my head
as I fall asleep.
I love your hand on me.
You comfort me
with your presence.
You center me in your love.
You strengthen me
with your joy.
I love your hand on me.


Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you,
your right hand upholds me.
Psalm 63:7-8

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan