Hands Spread Out


I spread out my hands to you,
Messed up, muddied, shamed.
In need of acceptance; for keeps,
Your grace I embrace.

I spread out my hands,
Weary, weakened and helpless.
Folly spurned; self-love shunned,
Your help I choose.

I spread out my hands to you,
Graced, freed and blessed.
My spirit saved; my cross I take,
Your life I live.

I spread out my hands,
Kneeling, willing and waiting.
For your stirring; your prompting,
Your guidance I trust.

This piece was inspired by Psalm 143 (particularly the sixth verse), about a decade ago. Today, I find it more relevant. The psalm is a prayer to God for deliverance and divine leading in difficult times.

In the face of political turmoil, biting economic hardship, senseless acts of terrorism and blurred lines of truth and morality, our need for God, and His intervention has never been more critical.

These issues pose huge challenges for leadership on a global scale, and have serious implications for the individual and the families they belong to.

To ask God, with outstretched hands,  for deliverance and direction in a time like this is the right thing to do. If the current realities of today do not drive us to God, in unreserved surrender and dependence, I don’t know what will.

How are you dealing with the challenges you are facing today? Share in the comments.