His Hand In Mine

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You may ask me how I know my Lord is real
You may doubt the things I say and doubt the way I feel
But I know he’s real today he’ll always be
I can feel his hand in mine and that’s enough for me

I first heard ‘His Hand In Mine’ sung by Elvis. This week I’ve been listening to 93-year old Nita Talley singing old gospel songs – and this one in particular.

As a child Mum took me on shopping trips to Croydon. It involved a bus ride, visits to big department stores, watching trams, and the noise, bustle and excitement of ‘Surrey Street’ the fruit and veg market. Mum always held my hand.

On one occasion she let go to make a purchase. We walked away. I reached up to hold Mum’s hand again. I looked up to find myself holding the hand of an unknown woman! Fortunately Mum wasn’t far away.

I will never walk alone he holds my hand
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know he’ll understand.
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so
I can feel his hand in mine
That’s all I need to know

This song takes me back to me as a small child in Croydon. I could easily get lost. Holding hands with Mum there was a trust, security and close relationship. I thought I was holding Mum’s hand. Actually she was holding mine!

It speaks of a dependable God who holds my hand so that he can guide me, pick me up when I fall, and demonstrate his love. It’s the daily, continuing reality of walking alongside a caring Parent-God.

Sung by a 93 year old it cuts through the life’s confusion and rubbish; this is not complicated religion. It’s a simple yet profound picture of my living faith.

I can feel his hand in mine and that’s enough for me.

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