My Hand in His

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My Hand in His

He is holding my hand.
What have I to fear?

He is not calling me to work,
For that has been done away with.

He is gently lifting me up,
To bring restoration and healing.

He is holding my hand,
as a father with his little girl.

He is not demanding action,
But simple childlike trust.

His touch is reassuring,
Tender and compassionate.

He is holding my hand,
As I am bathed in hope.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

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About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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