Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Precious lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, I am word; Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light. Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

In the quiet solitude of her heart, a woman reaches out, her spirit yearning for the comforting touch of her Heavenly Father. As she extends her hand, she feels the weight of her burdens, echoing the plea, "Precious Lord, take my hand." Her soul is weary and in need of divine strength. She contemplates the psalmist who traversed the valley of the shadow of death, fearing no evil. In this reflection, she seeks to unearth the same strength and inspiration within herself.

Amid storms and dark nights, she finds solace in His promise: "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand" (Isaiah 41:10). As she is led toward the light, a profound sense of hope blossoms within her. She knows that with His guidance, she will stand firm and be safely led home.

Open edition. Offset lithograph. Available in two different sizes framed and unframed.