by Crystal Bustamante

Created on: June 22, 2009

THE MASTER'S HANDS

When you look out the window and all you see appears to mirror what's inside,
When there is no refuge from the storms that rage in your mind,
When the rain falling outside seems to hit harder than the tears that you hide,
When you wonder if the future is any different than the past you've left behind,
There is hope in the Master's hands.

When you cannot seem to continue on this rugged road,
When there is no place left in which to stand,
When the weight of life becomes an unbearable load,
When your feet feel like they're stuck in sinking sand,
There is hope in the Master's hands.

When you falter and when you fall,
When brokenness is all that you've come to know,
When there seems to be no point to it all,
When you have nowhere left to go,
There is hope in the Master's hands.

There is hope in those hands that bled,
There is hope in those hands that were nailed down,
There is hope in those hands that an old rugged cross once held,
There is hope in those hands that were bound,
The Master died for you.

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