The Father's Hand

The Father’s Hand When I was a child I would go walking with my dad and he would extend his big hand down to me and I knew that no matter what trouble came by his side I’d find safety. But when I was bad my father used the rod of discipline and he used it so well but now I gratefully acknowledge now that that rod spared my little soul from hell. Then there were the times when dad was at work and friends well, I called them tormentors came over to play why they would kick and hit till I’d say, “I’m telling dad” and with one hand tied behind him, he could chase all of those bullies away. Now the scene may be somewhat different but the moral is still all the same my Father’s hand I still can rely on and He can whip all foes any ole day. Though times have changed and the way seems rough some things will never change for the Father’s hand is till reaching from heaven to me with love flowing deep from His heart. Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings June 1994