In His Hands

He’s got the whole world In His hands. He’s got the whole world In His hands. He’s got the whole world In His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands.

My sleep is robbed of its rest.
My mind tormented from daily,
Worrisome festered wounds.
Is it possible to breathe?
Is it probable to sing again?

You say the flowers are in Your care
And the sparrows in Your sight.
Convince this heart to lay aside
The burden too heavy to bear.

May this lamb draw near
The Water that brings Life.
In the shadow of what haunts,
You tell me there’s nothing to fear.
When You prepare a table
Promising Your goodness and mercy,
And the devil assumes a seat,
You carry me as a shepherd would,
In the midst of one intent to kill.

You have the whole world
In Your hands.
You have the whole world
In Your hands.
You have the whole world
In Your hands.
You have the whole world in Your hands.

If only I kept my eyes upon
The One who never becomes blind!
Doubt encompasses my heart
As waves engulf my soul.
Do not let me sink!  I beg You!
Your mind is not as my own,
Yet, in the storm, You remain
Sure and steadfast.
I beseech You; lead me!

I know not where I will be led,
But I know of Whom I ask:
Who holds my hand and never lets go.
Faithful and true; intimate, yet Your foresight vast
Beyond the measure of time and space.
In my pain, I shall praise in my lack.
Questions inquired, You are my Answer.
You bear the weight that was my own,
Inviting me to rest in Your embrace.

You have the whole world
In Your hands.
You have the whole world
In Your hands.
You are good and sovereign
And I will choose
To put my trust in You.

Source material:
*Psalm 23; Matthew 6:25-34; 11:28-30; 14:22-31
* “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands,” African-American Spiritual, 1927.