Palm of His Hand

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever. Psalm 30:11-12

Grief, at times, can feel like an impossible wall to scale, a crushing of the soul that no one or no thing can fix. I wrote the following song over a long period of heavy grieving (still in process), as I discovered daily how its power and energy could be used for good. In my tears, I began to turn to fervent prayers for the lost and sick instead of dwelling on things I couldn’t change. 

Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me. Isaiah 49:16

Here are the words to my song:

The Palm of His Hand (Mourning to Dancing)

Awake my soul so weary
The-Lord-carries me away
To places I don’t want
To go or stay
Not today

Dreadful-waves slow my pace
…much too hard to bear
Lightning flash and trees crash
Please take away this fear
Yet, you set me here

Left…on this ledge
You say to leap
Into the palm of your hand
Into the might-y deep
And I, I can only weep

Laying storms at your feet
And…all that-I know
As you carry me
To places-you want me to go
And Father, you love me so

I leap as though unafraid
Such beauty in the fall
From-the-safe cliff into raging winds
The cliff of giving all
And-I feel so small

I ask pain to help me kneel
At-the-place where my Father dwells
Down to the ground where grace is found
…Let-me-bleed not just for self
Help-my-tears save someone else

Born of longing prayers                                   
Born of deep-sorrow                                        
Suff’ring prayers carry me                              
To-places I-never-KNEW I could go               
My soul aches as praise tears flow                

In the chaos-I find God
And…bend to the wind
Breathing in His GLO-RY
Storms-that never seem to end
Yet-I…am calm within

This pain has moved me to-love
The palm of His hand
…seeking-souls to come along
As many as I can
Throughout the land

Pain-changed my life forever
I long for Heaven’s view
To carry souls-where they fear to go
Christ’s cross was painful, too
His glory shines through

Born of longing prayers                                   
Born of deep-sorrow                                        
Suff’ring prayers carry me                              
To-places I-never-KNEW I could go               
My soul aches as praise tears flow               

Born of His prayers
Born of His deep-sorrow
Jesus’ prayers carry-me
To-places I-never KNEW I could go
And His precious, His precious blood flows
And His precious, His precious blood flows