Poems by

Nancy Scott

HIS HANDS

When I'm about to do something that's not quite right,
but I think, "It's O.K., there's no one in sight",
I see His Hands

 When words want to come out that say something bad,
and I don't realize they'll make someone sad.
I see His Hands.

When I lay down to sleep without a prayer,
and I toss it aside and say, "I don't care."
I see the nails in His Hands

 When I let bad thoughts come into my mind,
and don't go to His Word for a verse to find.
I see His Hands bound to a cross.

When some way I don't serve Him quite right,
and I go to a friend's to hide it at night.
I see the Blood on His Hands.

Then in tears I go down on my knees,
and to Him I cry, Lord forgive me, please.
Forgive my wrong-doings, thinking You can't see.
Forgive my hasty words, Lord, Please.

Forgive me for not talking to You,
and letting my mind feed on things not true.
Thank-you Lord, for Your Hands that make me see,
It's You I'm serving Lord, not selfish me.
 

My Lord is There

When I'm  down,
                              My Lord is there,
                          to pick me up,
                     to comfort,
                      and to hold.

When I'm weary,
                            My Lord is there,
                           to cheer me up,
                        to strengthen,
                      and to mold.

        When I've gone astray,
                            My Lord is there,
                               to guide me home,
                            to lead me back,
                      into the fold.

When I'm down, and weary and gone astray,
My Lord is there,
To pick me up,
to cheer me up,
 

The Voice

I heard a voice talking to me.
I know not from whence it came,
The voice came from an  unknown source,
I heard it before, the same.

The voice came from deep within,
from the depths of my heart,
It said to me, in a voice unheard,
Let's go back to the very start.

The voice beckoned me to creation,
I looked at the stars and moon,
I saw the beauty of His Hand,
and I realized none too soon.

The voice then said to me,
"What more has He done?"
He made all that I see on earth,
The world, seas and sun.

The voice then said to me,
"What will you do on that day,
when you stand before The Creator,
of your service, what will you say?"

Then I saw His righteousness,
and I saw my sin,
He made me realize my life,
and made me look deep within.

The voice that called was that of my Lord.
He convicted my heart through the work of His Word.