The Hand of the Heavenly Host

When broken dreams had brought me down
so humbly on my knees,
I gathered all the faith it took
to calm my troubled seas.
 
When hope seemed lost, it would return
just when I'd need it most,
And I knew from whence it came-
the hand of the Heavenly Host.
 
My strength had waned down through the years,
too weak to rise again;
With trust, I called upon the Source-
He whispered, "Yes, you can."
 
With Jesus' love supporting me
each day my whole life through,
How can I not accomplish
Anything I want to do.
 
~Catherine Janssen Irwin~