With thee holding my hand, <br /> My joy is complete; <br /> And life seems peaceful and pure, <br /> But if thou should leave, <br /> Then sorrow I'd meet; <br /> And life, a nightmare I couldn't endure. <br /> If I were oppressed by hardship and sin, <br /> And caught in the drifting sands of time; <br /> Neither grief could engulf, nor evil win; <br /> As long as I find God's hand is on mine.<br /><br />Helen Hastings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-hand-on-mine-ode-to-god/
