IN HIS GRIP

Sinking in the pit of the deepest despair
No one to love me and no one to care
In the valley of my depression in the blackness like night
With no rays of sunshine to make my world bright

Desolate and shipwrecked on life’s ocean shore
The waves of its ebbing I could not take any more
With one more angry billow into its depth I would slip
But the Master of the waves came and caught me in His grip

And His voice calmed the waters of the white crested foam
Whispering to me; I have come to navigate your way home
Fear not the storm or the angry restless sea
But hold my hand and put your trust in me

Blessed scarred hand I grasped it so glad
Tried to hold on to it with all the strength that I had
Yet feeble was I and my fingers would slip
But He lifted me up because I was held in His grip

Precious dear hand that was fixed to the tree
My sins had nailed it there; yet He still offered it to me
I caused His back to be torn by the lashing of whip
Yet He loved me so dearly to want to hold me in His grip

And oh so amazing; it’s wondrous I know
Held forever by His grip which will never let go
So mystifying; so puzzling; so hard to understand
That a sinner like me is gripped by God’s mighty hand

And when stilled breath releases me to go
There is reassurance in this one thing that I know
When into eternity my soul shall silently slip
He will carry me Home because I am held in His grip

Colin Moffett