Nail Scarred Hands Hold Us

I’ve been thinking a lot lately of the old song, “Hold To God’s Unchanging Hand”. Mainly for two primary reasons. I’d like to share them with you.

First, while His doesn’t change, mine is growing older. If I hold something to long, one falls asleep now. He held this same hand when it was small and tender, and then young and strong. Now, it’s middle aged, there’s still strength in it, but not what was there. One day He will hold it when it is weak and feeble. The only constant, His unshakable, unfaltering Power to keep us, regardless of what we face.

Second, I thought of the only change He ever allowed His hands to experience. Spirit was wrapped in flesh. The hands which birthed, held, and cradled, both time, eternity, and man, was born, held, and cradled. They grew from tiny to the hands of a Carpenter, rough and strong. Finally they were pierced, for our securing.

The unchanging hands the song speaks of, kept the scars of Calvary, even in His resurrected, glorified body. I’ve written about this before, but it still fascinates, amazes, and overwhelms me. He kept the reminders of His pain, as a symbol of His love to us.

The hands that hold us, have known pain. We have a High Priest who is touched by our situations, because He was aquatinted with grief. He knows how to comfort my wounds, because He knows what it means to be scarred.

One day, His nail scarred hands will embrace us, wrapping us in His arms. I don’t know what you’re going through right now. I’m not sure how your victory will happen, but I know it will. I know because I know who’s holding us.

Regardless of your circumstance, remember He’s brought you this far. You may not be where you thought you would be, but you’re still here. Where there is life, there is hope. An where The Hope Of Life is, He’ll take us the rest of the way.

Hold To God’s Unchanging Hand

Time is filled with swift transition,
Naught of earth unmoved can stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God’s unchanging hand.


Hold to God’s unchanging hand,
Hold to God’s unchanging hand;
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God’s unchanging hand.

Trust in Him who will not leave you,
Whatsoever years may bring,
If by earthly friends forsaken
Still more closely to Him cling.

Covet not this world’s vain riches
That so rapidly decay,
Seek to gain the heav’nly treasures,
They will never pass away.

When your journey is completed,
If to God you have been true,
Fair and bright the home in glory
Your enraptured soul will view.

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