A mighty hand reaches out
touches the fear in my heart
a mighty hand touches my cheek
and wipes the tear that rests there.
A powerful arm pulls me closer,
it draws me up to his side,
embracing the hurting heart
and changing me, slowly.
A mighty hand holds my burdens
that I cannot bear the weight of
He lifts me up and carries me
when I have no strength to move.
A mighty fortress rises above me
offering a soft bed for rest.
A mighty arm pushing me forward
ever moving through this test.
A mighty hand encompasses mine,
one so large, mine so small.
A mighty pull towards freedom,
a mighty move towards peace.
A mighty hand opens and gifts rests there
peace, joy, hope.
I move, grab that mighty hand and the gifts are mine.
Through the Lens of Motherhood 