The Hollow of His Hand

The storm clouds gather around my soul
And buffet me within.
The ocean churns, the waters foam
And drown me in my sin.
I see far off almost out of view
A peaceful happy land
Where all are safe within His care:
In the Hollow of His Hand.

My Savior Lord—O Sovereign King—
Forgive me for I've sinned:
I've looked away from Thy gracious face
And now my sight is dimmed.
Restored to me the joy, dear Lord—
Thy Mercy is so Grand.
Please keep me there within Thy care:
In the Hollow of Thy Hand.

The raging storm around me blows
But sheltered I am here.
The waters rush and floods may rise
But still there is no fear.
For God Above in Gentle Love
Has all things in His Plan.
Thus safe am I within His Care:
In the Hollow of His Hand!

- D. Benning

09-May-1983