Through shadowed paths and weary days,

When trials rise in thorny arrays,

A quiet strength, unseen yet near,

Guides our hearts and calms our fear.

God’s gracious hands, so strong, so kind,

Lift the burdens that weigh the mind.

They steady the feet on rocky ground,

And bind the wounds where pain is found.

When the night is long, and hope feels far,

He lights the sky with a guiding star.

In every tear and heartfelt plea,

His hands shape faith from mystery.

He holds the weight we cannot bear,

And whispers softly, “I am there.”

Through struggles fierce, through aches untold,

His hands bring peace, both soft and bold.

In daily tasks, in dreams pursued,

His love renews our weary mood.

Each step we take, each breath we find,

Is held within His grand design.

So let us trust, through joy and strife,

God’s gracious hands in every life.

For in their care, we stand secure,

Through all we face, His love endures.