Holding My Hand
by Linda Jackson

When I was very young

I wanted Jesus, I stepped into the isle

I didn't know a new life had begun

Old things passed away

Teachings I would learn later in life

Your guiding hand Lord through my sin and strife

A new creature had been forming in me for a while

From the second I wanted to be with You

To this very day Your words stand true

You entered my young broken heart

Your original formation of who I would be

I'm only an original with You in me

Walking down that isle

You holding my hand, did the angels smile?

Years later loving eyes yet sad

This new creation was struggling, picking fruit gone bad

Through forgiveness, to me Your plans would come

So thankful You wait and call in love

I answered Your voice, I know it well

You taught me Truth, so eager to tell

To share how the corruption of my past

Is now a broken mold that was cast

Renewed in the spirit of my mind

In awe that Your thoughts are in mine

 

I must burn the old rags of self

Take the golden box from off the shelf

Slowly open, viewing a breathless sight

Through the power of Christ

I must put on this refurbished life

A shimmering garment in the likeness of God

Diamonds dangling bright

Inlaid with emeralds of righteous light

A belt of rubies, shining in holy Truth

This all began as a loving Father took the hand

Of a frightened youth

LJ/18

2 Cor 5:17

Eph 4:21-24 

 



My name is Linda Jackson. I am a blessed wife, mother and grandmother.  I am a Biblical counselor and teacher to women in jail.  I also teach kindergarten Sunday school.  I enjoy writing, playing in the yard with my plants and doing cross stitch while watching football.

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