There is an unseen hand to me
That leads through ways I can not see
We’re traveling through this world of woe
This hand still leads me as I go.
I’m trusting to the unseen hand
That guides me through this weary land
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strain
Still guided by the unseen hand.
His Hand has led through shadows drear
And while It leads I have no fear
I know ’twill lead me to that home
Where sin nor sorrow ever come.
I’m trusting to the unseen hand
That guides me through this weary land
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strain
Still guided by the unseen hand.
I long to see my Savior’s face
And sing the story I’ve been saved by grace
And there upon that golden strain
I’ll praise Him for His guiding hand.
I’m trusting to the unseen hand
That guides me through this weary land
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strain
Still guided by the unseen hand.
Still guided by the unseen hand.
Until next time…
Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it’s just hearsay.
apron strings 
thank you. i needed this today.
Your welcome, Jayedee. I needed it, too. 🙂