In His Hands

One Sunday morning there was smoke above the town
I was ten years old the day our church burned to the ground
Folks prayed among the ashes and some began to cry
But the preacher raised his voice and held his Bible high

It’s just a church, just bricks and wood
We’ve got our faith and God is good
He don’t need walls, a roof or floor
Just our hearts and nothing more
Some things are hard to understand
But there ain’t no doubt we’re in His hands

Then in ’98 it rained and didn’t let up for days
The creek broke through the levy and swept the crops away
My wife and I gazed helplessly at the storm clouds overhead
When I asked what we would do she took my hand and said

It’s just a field, just dirt and seeds
The Lord provides all that we need
It’s still our land, I’m still your wife
We’ve got our kids, we’ve got our life
Some things are hard to understand
But there ain’t no doubt we’re in His hands

Last year Ma took sick and the doc just shook his head
I spent the next two weeks sitting with her by her bed
I couldn’t bear to think I’d never see my Mom again
But she said now honey, this is not the end

It’s just life, it moves along
And in a moment it is gone
We are born, live out our days
With luck we find love on the way
Some things are hard to understand
But there ain’t no doubt I’m in His hands

We’re all part of a bigger plan
And there ain’t no doubt we’re in His hands