The current of a situation can be tumultuous as the ocean’s hidden tide, it can pull you away from harmony into dissonance and logicide. Reason has no bounds as it slips from your mind’s walled estate and faith fails as the hope that held it sound is abandoned at the gate. Nothing on earth seems to have any weight or ability to stand, but in the eye of this storm there is this recall that all is in Heaven’s hands.

Heaven’s hands are gentle, heaven’s hands are kind, they uplift the downtrodden and heal the broken mind. Heaven’s hands are searching for those who would just lift their hands to receive their aid for the hands of heaven reach out to all who call out to be saved. They resound with a sound of mercy and sing a song of grace, they love all for all were made worthy and give unto all a place. Heaven’s hands extend peace, where fear and sorrow once dwelt and they heal wounds that our souls for so long have felt.

Fear has no limit when it is let into the heart to grow, it take an unguarded heart and turn it into a force of sorrow. It can root deep and twist perspectives once sound and pure and deceive the masses with delusion as it inflicts wounds none can cure. Fear, a force to be reckoned with, a condition born of sin, but also a defense to see what danger we are in. Something so great surely was not meant for the feeble arm of man but was meant to be framed and fitted in Heaven’s hands.

Heaven’s hands are gentle, heaven’s hands are kind, they uplift the downtrodden and heal the broken mind. Heaven’s hands are searching for those who would just lift their hands to receive their aid for the hands of heaven reach out to all who call out to be saved. They resound with a sound of mercy and sing a song of grace, they love all for all were made worthy and give unto all a place. Heaven’s hands extend peace, where fear and sorrow once dwelt and they heal wounds that our souls for so long have felt.

So what of our own soul, our dead spirit, by which our fallen vessel of flesh blindly commands? Was it meant for such toil, was it meant for what our life constantly pursues or what the world demands? We surely were made with great capacity to suffer and be shaped by what time can lend, but for death we certainly were not made as every part of our soul fights it to the very end.

We were made to be carried.

We were made to be held.

We were made to be loved, cherished and eternally beheld

Our soul is searching as we were meant to be found and our soul yearns for music because it was made to hear a certain sound. It explores the infinite as it was meant to have an eternal cause and the wayward soul sought importance as it never knew what true love was. Fallen we began and fallen we can fade away like shifting sands if we do not surrender ourselves to Heaven’s hands.

Heaven’s hands are gentle, heaven’s hands are kind, they uplift the downtrodden and heal the broken mind. Heaven’s hands are searching for those who would just lift their hands to receive their aid for the hands of heaven reach out to all who call out to be saved. They resound with a sound of mercy and sing a song of grace, they love all for all were made worthy and give unto all a place. Heaven’s hands extend peace, where fear and sorrow once dwelt and they heal wounds that our souls for so long have felt.

The kingdom of God is always open to those who are covered by the blood that it demands. The blood of perfection, of love, of peace, of gentleness and of the great I AM. The blood of Jesus Christ, the only perfect lamb. It is the blood of humility, of grace, of everything that was needed to redeem us, fallen man. It is blood unlike any other as it satisfied God for all time in all the land; it is bloodshed upon that cross that pierced Heaven’s hands.