Take My Hand Inspirations
TAKE
MY HAND, PRECIOUS LORD
By Thomas A.
Dorsey © 1937
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the
storm, through the night
Lead me on
through the light
Take my hand,
precious Lord
And lead me
home
Leading to Love
Breathe . . . and feel. Breathe . . . and feel.
Stretch your heart toward the clouds . . . and feel. The warmth of our
Saviour’s love is hidden in His bosom of grace . . . for today.
Disappointment is a setback in your leading to love. Leading is an action
that requires forward motion with others following: your peers, your siblings,
your children or pupils, even strangers. All are watching you, dear Christian, with a
hope that you can show them how to overcome the hurts, the pains, the troubles,
fears and trauma that this old world fires in aim at blowing you up along with
your plans to enter into the heavenly kingdom.
For
whatever is born of God overcomes the world.
And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. (1 John 5:4)
Cecil’s heart was ripped wide open,
stripped and lay naked breathless, barely beating. It was punctured by . . . he couldn’t even describe
the horror of what Job lamented when he languished, “For the thing I greatly
feared has come upon me. And what I
dreaded has happened to me (3:25).”
He loved (with his whole heart). He
trusted (with his whole mind). He served (with all his might). Then a misunderstanding “breaks” (more like
bulldozes, blasts, obliterates) his heart with words that were far from the truth he was living in; and, in this
case, he can’t speak, for do so would tear apart someone else’s world. And so our brother prays for increased faith
and for more grace to keep him feeling.
. . as he earnestly struggles for reconciliation, restoration and, most of all,
for love.
You, too, know, deep down, what
could happen if you stop feeling.
Dear
Brothers and Sisters,
There is no one path to healing. It’s different for each of us. Indulgence in distractions—fornication
(sexual release), drugs (prescribed or not), alcohol (soft or hard), films
(clean or dirty), pretentions (lying or hiding), anger (revenge or bitterness),
and/or self-pity (“why me?”)—doesn’t heal the wounded heart. It only delays and often derails the path
leading to love.
The healing is found in the strength of your faith. The stronger your faith, the
closer you are to healing. Faith is that
part of us we cannot see; we cannot touch.
We feel (we believe, we know) it. We feel
that everything is going to be alright despite the mess we see all around
us. We believe and somehow know deep
down inside that one day everything will positively change and that God will
make everything even better than it was before.
Tears will transform into genuine smiles; and helplessness
(hopelessness) will turn into the trail that leads you home, to that place in
your heart where forgiveness, joy and perfect peace live.
Take
my hand, precious Lord
And
lead me home . . .
A Prayer Leading to Love
Dear
Lord,

Amen.
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Take My Hand Inspirations
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