The Hands that Gently Guide us

We are born helpless

We learn to crawl, then walk

The hands of others gently guide us

Running is wild freedom

We dream that we can fly

Then we learn to walk alone

We think we can depend on ourselves

We plan , as if we can control

Anything

If something goes wrong

And we cannot walk alone

Running is a laughing dream

We mourn that we must Depend

Upon the hands of others

As if we are less human

Do you not know

That you Must learn

To let the Hands of Another

Gently guide you?

To ignore His offer is Weakness,

To accept is True Power

We all will slow, our bodies falter and stop

But in the Hands that gently guide us to Himself,

We will one day Fly