The hand of God is upon me.
It is glorious when I obey,
And correcting when I go astray.
His right hand holds healing power,
To restore my heart to flesh.
His left hand holds me to His breast.

The eyes of the Lord are upon me.
Light shows from them to show me here.
They peer into my heart and know,
The thoughts and dreams planted there.
My innermost parts they adoring probe
As the Father prepares my robe.

The righteous of the Lord is upon me.
It dwells in my unveiled Holy of Holies.
The veil ripped at the cross of grace,
Where death was, grace has taken a place.
Because His righteousness cloaks my shoulders,
His praise rejects my foolish pride.

The faith of God is my new path.
I walk it with the Lord at the break of dawn,
In the garden where we meet inside.
There He walks with me and tells me the best.
And tells me of things my mind cannot abide.
My heart knows the words are living and honest.

© 2025 Tim D. Coulter Sr.