God’s Healing Hand


I spent an hour in fellowship with God

And O, my heart was heavy when I knelt,

For He had asked surrender to Himself

Of what was dearest to me, and I felt

It was too much, too much for me to give;

My heart found only tears in which to pray–

In anguish I approached the throne of grace,

Still hoping God might make some other way.

But how the hand of God delights to heal–

And tenderly He wiped away my tears,

He soothed the worry from m aching heart,

And hade me leave anxiety and fears

With Him, who knows the future as the past

And is more fitted to direct my way

Than I, who know not what the future holds

Nor what my lie within another day.

There on my knees He gave the victory,

And when I rose at last, my heart was still;

I had surrendered wholly unto Him,

My heart’s desire to do His perfect will.


By Barbara C. Ryberg