The Hand

Throughout my life I see A guiding hand; The pitfalls set for me Were grimly planned. But always when and where They opened wide, Someone who seemed to care Stood by my side. When up the pathway dark I stumbled on, Afar, ahead a spark Of guidance shone. When forked the tragic trail And sad my plight, My guardian without fail Would lead me right. How merciful a Mind my life has planned! Aye, though mine eyes were blind I touched the Hand; Though weary ways and wan My feet have trod, Always it led me on, Starways to God.