Your mighty hand is holding,
The grasping of your fist,
With fingers that surround us,
Not ever losing grip.
It covers us now daily,
A shelter being there,
Where if the storm is raging,
We know it's ours to share.
Pointing us the right way,
To tell us where to go,
Directions guiding always,
We trust that you will show.
Correcting us so gently,
At times where we do need,
Reminding us you know best,
Your discipline received.