I borrowed God's hand in my sorrow
and held it till tears went away;
I said, "I'll return it tomorrow;
Just let me hold on for today."
Somehow the time slipped thro' my
fingers
(I feel that's the way He planned);
Feel of His Presence still lingers-
I can't let go of God's hand.
Taken from: Quiet Moments for Women by June Masters Bacher
Copyright © 1979 by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon
Used by Permission.



