The Hand of God

I cry for hope

I long for peace

To fill the void of reason

that my heart can only see

There is a pull

there is a need

I see in part

I search for more

I long to know the mysteries

of why and who we are

of what has been

and what's in store

But the hand of God

Is all that we are seeking

It burns within my soul

To know what lies beyond

In the hand of God

Constantly it reaches

To take us to the place

The place we all belong

We all are made

of flesh and bone

At times we are so fragile

and at times we can be strong

But through it all

we carry on

We are destined from the day that we are born

to yearn for something more

The place we all belong

How I long to know what lies beyond

Everybody longs to know what lies beyond

In the hand of God