Hold to God's Unchanging Hand

Let these words lift your soul.

Life is filled with swift transition

Naught of earth unmoved can stand

Build your hopes on things eternal

And hold to God's unchanging hand

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Build your hopes on things eternal,

And hold to God's unchanging hand

Trust in Him who will not leave you,

Whatsoever years may bring

If by earthly friends forsaken,

still more closely to Him cling

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Build your hopes on things eternal,

And hold to God's unchanging hand

When your journey is completed,

if to God you have been true

Fair and bright the home in glory,

your enraptured soul will view

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand

Build your hopes on things eternal,

And hold to God's unchanging hand.

(Public Domain, F.L. Eiland and Jennie Wilson, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzfc_rGPmL8)

This morning, after a week and before a week of hope and expectation, of disappointment and disillusion, I need these words. When I begin to believe that the affections and approval of friends and colleagues define me, when I believe that I must work and try and focus, when I start to despair because I can't do it all, I need these words. When I realize that I can't control how I am or how I'm perceived, or predict the sudden changes and stagnant boredom of life, I need these words. Let me, let us, turn from distraction and distortion to our Daddy. In the midst of it all--the "swift transition," the rejection of others, even death itself--we can cling to Him and hold to his hand. Oh, Father, thank you, I have nothing else to do.