As I began to pour my heart out before the Lord, I recognized His authority in my life. Authority to give, authority to take, and authority to change. I recognize His loving nature, yet the cost of following Him. Such beautiful adventures He allows…yet He and I know very well the sorrow of the cross. For the Kingdom leads to a cross….. and destiny will lead to death. We mistake much of our earthly doings as just that “earthly.” When in reality all is preparing for Glory..with our King. A young one asked me recently why God has so many names..:) I have been pondering the answer…not such an easy one to address. Yet, in my heart and spirit I know each name shines a unique character and nature about Him that we need to be familiar with. It’s how we can know Him best…intimately. I love sharing stories of each to allow others to hear His voice..see His heart..and learn to become aware of Him as He reveals Himself.
As I prayed I saw HIs hand cover my head to remind me to remain under His authority and protection. While He is mighty in strength…His might is also one of love…and His hand grips fiercely to us…..yet gently cups us in them as He loves us when we are sick. He has such an alluring heart that if you’ve seen Him and tasted Him…you will not want to turn back…you can’t…for without This Hand…you know you could not live…
I submit myself under Thy hand
Take me Lord just as I am
This hand it has such strength and calm
Soothing skin and tender palms.
This hand it covers with His shade
Melting all my fears away
A hand with power, yet gentle grasp
Tickles me and makes me laugh.
I give myself under thy stead
Align with promises you’ve said
Come into agreement with your plan
Now take me Lord to our own land.
This hand it cradles as I sleep
Like a baby sings to me
Whispering dreams into my ear
“Daughter, come see the beauty here.”
This hand it points to show the way
Fights against what makes a slave
His hand will become quite a fist
When enemies come to wound and whip.
His hand it tucks me in with care
Pulls up the covers and strokes my hair
Keeps the light on thru the night
Watching o’er me till morning light.
Shelly Wilson, May 2, 2015
