“Get a handle on it”
My father used to say
He died not much longer after that
But his words ne’er passed away
They would come back to my memory
Amidst all my challenges and trials
I could have flustered and lost command
But I took control in master style
There’s another master who comes to mind
And his challenge was the hardest ever
He had to bring the life of his Master
To the forefront- a remarkable endeavor
But his task was to honor Him with music
A gift given him in abundance
The experts said he “got a Handel on it”
And it now imbues the great expanse
When I look at dirty streams and waters
I have no fear of their effect
For “He shall Purify” all that is dross, impure
And all the flawed he shall perfect
When I think of painful times and sorrow
These poignant words offer some relief
Yes, He helps us through death and sadness
For “Surely He Hath Born Our Grief”
When I think of myself being sick
And cuts and bruises, things of this type
I know for certain that I’ll be healed
For He says we will be “With These Stripes”
When I think of the world’s starving people
So hungry and faint that they can’t walk
I know we’ll all eat and be filled
For He said “He Shall Feed His Flock”
When I think of the end of my life
And all the hurt and pain it brings
I know with His help I’ll overcome
He said…“Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting”
The words “Lift Up Your Heads” and “Glory To God”
Are to my God and fellow men directed
No more fear of being buried and forgotten
“Thanks Be To God” we are all resurrected.
c aaron