It All Depends On Whose Hands It’s In
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.00. A basketball in Michael Jordan’s hands is worth about 33 million.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.00. A baseball in Roger Clemens’ hands is worth about $4.75 million.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Andre Agassi’s hands is worth millions.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
A rod in my hands will keep away an angry dog. A rod in Moses’ hands parted the mighty Red Sea.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
A slingshot in my hands is a kid’s toy. A slingshot in David’s hands was a mighty weapon.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
Two fish and five loaves of bread in my hands are a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and five loaves of bread in Jesus’ hands fed thousands.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
Nails in my hands might produce a bird house. Nails in Jesus Christ’s hands produced salvation for the entire world.
It depends on whose hands it’s in.
You see now that it depends on whose hands it’s in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your family, and your relationships in God’s hands because it depends on whose hands it’s in.
Martha Harper
Uncategorized | Comment (0)how to save a life
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you’ve told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
And you’ll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life