The lyrics to Thomas A. Dorsey's old gospel song say, "Precious Lord take my hand. Lead me on help me stand". Written at a crisis point in his own life, Mr. Dorsey's thinking has helped shape the feelings of many who are troubled by events out of their control.
Each time I hear that dear old song I'm reminded of the security I felt as a child crossing the busy downtown street of our home town with my hand in daddy's calloused hand. To use his colorful turn of phrase, the boulevard was often "running bank-full". In those days US 17 highway was routed right through the middle of our small town and carried much of the North/South traffic as the cold sensitive populace ebbed and flowed across the Mason-Dixon Line with the change of seasons.
There were only two kinds of pedestrians; the quick and the dead. But the dangers of crossing the street were of little concern to me. The capabilities of my stubby little legs were superseded by the length of Daddy's adult strides. My hand in his guaranteed he would lift me above my own inadequacies. And should I fall, he would pick me up and carry me to safety.
So it is for us as believers. There is so much of life that eludes our control; so many challenges able to crush the life out of our dreams. But we have placed our hand in God's great hand. His compassionate heart senses our every concern. His capabilities tower over all our fears. His power fills in the blanks for our inadequacies. His strength shores us up at our weak points.
Tommy Dorsey's great lyrics become our daily prayer: "Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, help me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the Light. Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home."
Let God pick you up, then try again!
Lovingly,
Pastor Richard Orrell
