It depends on whose hands

By Pastor Paul, Bibles for Mideast

A basketball in my hands is worth nothing.
A basketball in Michael Jordan’s hands is worth much.
It depends on whose hands.
A cricket bat in my hands generates little.
A cricket bat in Sachin Tendulkar’s hands generates fame and popularity.
It depends on whose hands.
Nunchaku [a karate stick weapon] in my hands is useless.
Nunchaku in Bruce Lee’s hands is a deadly weapon
It depends on whose hands.

A rod in my hands will keep away a street dog
A rod in Moses' hands will part the forceful sea.
It depends on whose hands.
A sling shot in my hands is a child's toy.
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends on whose hands.

Five loaves and two fish in my hands can only feed me.
Five loaves and two fish in Jesus’ hands fed multitudes of people.
It depends on whose hands.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse. 
The nail-scarred hands of Jesus produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends on whose hands.

My hands are small and weak.
God’s hands are big and strong.
Since He is willing to bear my anxiety,
Shouldn’t I commit my worries and anxiety into His hands?
Little becomes much in the Master’s hands.
My strength is little.
But if I commit my strength into His hands,
I have much more strength.

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But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
The Apostle Paul writing in 2 Corinthians 12:9

Jesus, You are my Everything

Jesus is the song that I sing
He is the joy that a new day brings.
He is my strength when I am weak,
He is my voice when I speak
He is my friend when I need a hug
He is my lover, when I need real love.
He is the lawyer who pleads my case
He is the only righteous judge who forgives me,
then, all my sins he does erase.
He is the doctor who heals my wounds,
He is my redeemer, and He’s coming back soon.
He is my comforter when I’m feeling down,
He is my angel that is ever present, always around.
He is my provider always supplying when I need help,
He is my water, my bread, stored up on the shelf.
He is my teacher, who shows me what to do,
He is my encourager, when I really don’t want to.
He is that fire burning deep down in my soul,
He is my fortune-teller, for in his hands, my future he holds.
He is the repairman, who comes to fix my stuff,
He is the everlasting father, who is more than enough.
He is the prince of peace; yes a peacemaker is he,
He is my eyes, my light, my pathway, when I can’t see.
He is my mighty counselor when I need advice,
He is my debt consolidator, for He paid the ultimate price.
He is my hope for tomorrow,
He is my ever-flowing income,
so I don’t have to beg, steal, nor borrow.
He is the mercy, which He renews for me every day,
He is my truth, my life, the only way.
He is the warden, who unlocks the chains and sets me free,
He is my role model, for I always look up to thee.
He is the author, the finisher of my faith,
He is the patience that always tells me to wait.
Jesus is my everything,
although with my natural eyes, Him, I cannot see,
Jesus is my everything, my everything,
everything I want to be.
Jesus is my everything,
all the time, every day of the year
So when I wake up the morning
I will tell Him that He is my everything
When I am about to close my eyes to sleep,
I will tell Him that He is my Everything
And even if death should take me
And worms have destroyed my body
Yet in my flesh I shall see Jesus
And I shall tell Him face to face
Jesus, You are my everything!
[by PC of  Bibles for Mideast]

Lord, I can’t even walk …


Lord, I can’t even walk without You holding my hand
I thought that ‘number one’ would surely be me
I thought I would be what I wanted to be
I thought I could build on loftiest sinking sand
But I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
Let me see the hands that feel like that tonight
I thought that I could do a lot on my own
I thought I could make it, all alone
I thought of myself as a mighty big man
But I found out later that
I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
As simple as it may seem, we can’t even walk
without the Lord holding our hands.
May I testify? One Sunday I met Jesus, my all and all,
from now on–when I’m in trouble,
I can’t speak for you tonight,
But only His name I’ll call, and if I don’t trust in Him.
I’ll be less than a man, because
I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
Those of you that feel that way tonight,
help us sing the chorus one last time.
Lord I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
Sometimes I sit about all by myself.
Lord I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
How many of you tell the Lord that at times?
Can’t do without the Lord tonight.
The mountain is too high, and the valley is too wide
Down on my knees, thank-you Lord.
I’ve learned to stand because,
I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
[PC of Bibles for Mideast]