The Hand's of God Are Never Tied a poem from 2010

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The Hand's of God Are Never Tied




Once again, my hands are tied, hindered by another.
Yet, even as I am rendered unable due to circumstance beyond my control, still will I hold to no other.



One may hinder, render helpless and mute.
But the other has power that is beyond refute-



Day to night, night to day, yet I wait.
Knowing full well another's laid the devil's bait.



Trapped, confined, yet still I know to whom I go.
Faith, hope and trust is easy with many an earthly resource many know.



But when our resource is hidden even from our own eye, it is then we show other's whom we fully trust.
Shadows linger, shadows fall, yet soon the light shall cut through the thickest rust.



Lending to another, this, we may have done.
Yet, no man stands when our faith is tried through deceit and vanity, yet still we know we have already won.



Delivered into the evil hand, many did laugh and mock, saying, believing it truly was our just reward.
Knowing not, that innocent, blood guiltless we were then, and still yet are.



A trap and a snare, a lie told far and wide.
Who will for us remember the fast swallowing tide?


 
Anger so loud, tension so thick, nausea compasses all around.
Still yet other's feet fast the charge, lead many false accusers, over weary ground.



Believing a lie, smoke must be fire, so the saying goes, yet how is it the cloud of witness it is as a vapor?
But for a moment in time fast and swift moving through time and space rendering many speechless as the dust rises as smoke.



Soon the murky water's will part, and we'll see who stood even as other's did depart.
Life ends swiftly for some before it ever even starts, yet for another life begins only as death deals a heavy hand, forever leading us onward, life it is but barely the start.



Deceit swiftly and tightly bound to the evilness of the heart.
How soon, in death will each of us part?



My hands tied, all earthly resources restricted and made null.
It is to Him, I will safely trust knowing full well, His blessings are full.



My enemies many are they seeking once again, to destroy by body and soul.
Yet, they've forgotten once again, it is for me He did toil.



Knowing my strength was vain, unable and small.
He stood in my place, giving strength, a love that will never fall.



To Him, my trust, faith, hope and all-
Knowing He has already caught me before I could fall.


 
Though my feet dance in on the wings of the air, I've nothing to fear.
Because it is He who holds the wings of the air, steady and sure from year to year-



Many often accused falsely yet He'll deliver them all.
Never allowing one of His own to the pit fall-