Heavenly Hands

Since we have already died,
Then death need hold no stress.
For, our lives are not to hold ~
But for others to be blessed.

All of me is His to use,
Whatever way for Him to choose.
For, all my plans and aspirations
Are not of worth to lose.

We actually live our life to die,
So Jesus life is shown.
Who wants to see this old life
When Jesus can be known?

Oh, such love as He can give,
Such joy radiate to all ...
If I give my life into His hands
And answer to His call.

 Soft Whispers from
 Derry's Heart Poems
 © 2002 used with permission
 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au