A poem of thanksgiving to Jesus.
Lord I am so thankful for Your mighty right Hand.
With Your hand You have plucked me from the fire.
With Your hand You broke the bread, giving me Your body
A substitution for the death I deserved.
In Your hand you bore the nails for my salvation.
In resurrection You took the keys from death and Hades,
So that I could live eternally with You,
Enjoying pleasures at your right hand forevermore.
In Your hand You hold the rod and staff that comfort me.
Your hands prepare a table while enemies surround me,
Your hand upholds me and keeps me from stumbling.
With Your hand You have sheltered me from the storm.
With your hands You have lifted my head when I am downcast.
Because of You, one day there will be tears no more.
In love Your hands formed the first Adam.
And In love You take the scrolls and break their seals.
Establishing Your throne upon the earth triumphantly.
Fear not, You say, I am still the One who helps you
As You hold my right hand tenderly.
My God I am so grateful for Your Presence
I pray Your Glory be revealed.
That every knee would bow, every tongue confess
?The Holy One of Israel saved me!?