Set me upon my knees with visions of rapturous delight in You, my Lord and Savior. Even as weakness courses through the veins of my soul, let me reach for Your mighty hand. My trembling soul beseeches You with a potent plea for salvation and You answer, Lord. It was Your hand that smote the enemy and cast my sin as far as east is from west. Your hand, in its unrivaled strength, broke the binding chains that once held me captive. With Your intricate fingertips, You created the magnificence of this world and then fashioned the intricate wiring of my mind, heart, and soul. Your works are amazing to behold, Lord. With hands that never tire, You continually sustain the earth and the universe while at the same time condescending to give my weary heart nourishment in truth. Your loving hands choose the beloved to be called by Your Name, stroking the chords of unbelieving hearts with faith. It is Your steadying hand that calms the palpitating heart and cools the heated reactions not fit for a child of the King. When holiness languishes, Your hand stirs the restorative waters. When corruptions rage, Your hand heals the burns with forgiveness that douses the flesh. Lord, thank You for the constant touch You have placed on my life. Let me never let go of Your hand because You have a firm grip on mine. Under the blessed Word of truth in Psalm 8:3-6 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
    the moon and the stars, which You have ordained;
what is man, that You think of him?
    What is the son of man, that You care for him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
    and crowned him with glory and honor.
You make him ruler over the works of Your hands.
Psalm 8:3-6, WEB