My times are in Thy Hand
by Ken Pullen
All Scripture appears in Italics & bold text is from the King James Version
Title & theme based on Psalm 31:15
copyright 2018
My times are in Thy hand
not one breath
one heartbeat
one step
is mine
without Your hand upon me
Your hand providing for me
masses of blind
blindly
vainly
imagine they are tossed to and fro by fate
with chance
a roll of the dice
their mindless
spiritless
lifeless
cry
philosophy
sorry
state
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
ought to be the resounding
sound heard round the land
by those professing faith
in the Lord Jesus Christ
God Almighty
Holy Spirit
where do you rely upon the sent Comforter
in your belief
grief
prosperity
times of woe seeking relief?
Nay!
on
any
given day
most times
given
rather leaning
falling on
the worldly
serving of blind forces
fate, chance
all destiny given to the control of man
who cannot even control
or hold shifting sand
in his hand
in too many mindless minds
claiming victory in Christ
while turned to the philosophies of the world
Do you not see
you do not see a thing
without God allowing
God providing
God willing
God doing
the providence
of the Lord
in your life?
We now see through a glass darkly
stop also putting on a pair of Ray-Ban’s
then reading the mission statement of the world
rather than living in the Word
while claiming to be Christ’s
My times are in Thy hand
I have no food upon my table
no clothes upon my back
no roof overhead
unless I realize all
everything
emanating from the hand of God
I’m led
in my thinking
are we thinking at all
I ask
while I see the millions
walk away from the truth to bask
beached
their ship of faith run aground
drinking lies from the flask
the world engraved and has given them
not living to obey
not seeing everything
every thing
in all times
my times are in Thy hand
For thou hast possessed my reins:
thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
marvellous
are thy works;
and
that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from thee,
when I was made in secret,
and
curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance,
yet
being unperfect;
and in thy book
all my members were written,
which in continuance were fashioned,
when
as yet
there was none of them.
How precious also
are thy thoughts unto me,
O God! how great is the sum of them!
If
I should count them,
they are more in number than the sand:
when I awake, I am still with thee.
My times are in Thy hand
from before the Beginning
through all
Eternity
No pantheism
deism
schism
No Nietzsche plate of cold worldly served up ceviche
should enter the mind of the genuine believer
no travail so great
no pain severe
no loss beyond understanding
overcome
adversity
able to remove us from our constant knowing
turning
to
believing
upon
saying
always, continually in my mind
my heart
my spirit
my daily / nightly
walk
My times are in Thy hand
from before the Beginning
through all
Eternity
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
give the Lord all glory all credit
for blessing you with every breath
in
expelled
bite of life sustaining food
shelter from cold, heat the evils lurking
devotion to
feeding upon the Word
obeying with understanding
do not be shirking
for it is He who paid the Debt
never for a moment forget
your destiny not determined
on your own
it is all within held
all time
my times
your times
everyone’s times
are
in the Hand of God
The fool hath said in his heart,
There is no God.
Corrupt
are
they,
and have done abominable iniquity:
there is none that doeth good.
No
not
one
My times are in Thy hand
O,
the boasting
heard
reverberating
sounding
abounding
through the land
“I did this”
“I did that”
“My little Edna is so gifted,
you know,
she’s an honor student at ____________,
but of course you can see that
by the bumper sticker I have placed on her head,
my head,
my husbands head,
my not nearly as bright son’s head, but we won’t talk about him
and all over our three luxury SUV’S!”
“I made my first million before age forty”
“Yeah, we put the addition on the house last year,
cost us a hundred thousand,
but I deserve it,
I work for it!”
On and on
on and on
on and on
on and on
on and on
off they sound
yammer
yammer
yammer
jawing every hour
tongues a waggin’
eyes a poppin’
in their sealed off to the truth heads
mindless
heedless
with nary a stammer
like multi-colored birds on a perch in a pitiful pet store
O, woe
unto you
for it is the Lord
only the Lord
Who makes each prosper
thrive
while alive
none is done, given, without
it being of
from
the Lord
My times are in Thy hand…
I am a gardener
of this earth
planting
tending
weeding
watering
fertilizing
seeding
yet
it
is
only
the
Lord
Who makes everything grow
So then neither is he that planteth any thing,
neither he that watereth;
but God that giveth the increase.
Nor in adversity
are we to throw up our hands
exclaim
amiss
“Oh were it not for this horrible fate!”
We are not puppets on strings
toyed with
as some puppeteer does with wooden
dead things
while hiding behind a screen
we are not pawns upon a gameboard protecting a king
for it is the King
protecting us
continually
beneath His protective guiding loving wing
my times are in Thy hand
O,
the horrors of this world
at every turn
of the pages
every stage playing out
a horror tale
no true comedy on the stages here
burned alive
buried alive
hewn asunder
baby murderers
child murderers
everyone abusers
sexual perverts offending
always increasing
never waning
the abominations
sins
evil
men / women / even children in our times do one to another
all the garments soiling,
staining
no purity
seen
amid all the filth acquired
no
technology
no
new and improved
Proctor & Gamble detergent able to wash away the blood stains
quell
the stench of all this sin ascending to the heavens
unabated
the stink never washed out of the fabric of our lives
the wildfires of evil set ablaze
by the free will of man
never going out
only spreading
damaging
destroying
more
more
more
in all their fury
rending the hearts, minds, spirits of the innocent
tearing away the joy, wonder, awe of their youth
knitting it into an Edgar Allen Poe real life tale
O, how evil
the demons do assail!
people possessed of evil
demonic forces within them
they doing the more heinous
horrific things
more
more
more
each passing hour
“O, the horror
why do you tell me of this!?”
Because
if
you in such a panicked
worried
fretting state
do not believe
trust
in the Lord
know within your mind
with all of your heart
your times,
my times,
every time,
all the time
are in the hands of the Lord
He has His plan
Believe
Believe
Believe!
In Providence
In the Word
not in fate
perchance
tossed to and fro
by the waves of thought
emotion
created by the ways of man
upon the sea of life
as if the whisperings
navigating you
are your own
are of worth
when in truth
it is the Evil One
his life ending words containing nothing but their dearth
of truth
leading you to crash upon the tempest tossed
shore
tossed to and fro
by the waves of thought
emotion
created by the ways of man
upon the sea of life
as if you have no Captain
and
left port on some
rotting
worm infested
rotting
rudderless ship!
Answer me this…
has not God given you a brain?
A mind to mind
tend
use
as if it were fertile soil upon which to plant and garden,
which it truly is!
With you taking the action within
not sitting around
waiting for the fruits to grow on their own,
or ignorantly imaging
God is going to appear and do it all for you
use
not abuse
the mind God has blessed you with!
Nor
lose
it
heedless
mindless
thoughtless
needlessly
irresponsible
acting willy nilly
lackadaisical
along the way in this world
eventually
inevitably
coming to blame God
for what you have sown and wrought
yet do not want to reap!
Do you imagine
you
can
lie
back
doing
nothing
and all will be well
taken care of
secured?
How utterly absurd
not to mention stupid
dullard
sloth that you truly are,
putting two feet up in your motorized recliner
remote in hand
expecting to live?
Spiritually grow?
Healthy?
To be pleasing unto the Lord?
Leaving your life
given to you by the Lord
unattended
unsecured
by you and no other
since
it is your life given to you by the Lord!
To bear either good or bad fruits
to grow
to mature
to move along the way not mired
stuck (among the walking dead walking in darkness)
leaving everything to others
believing in some wispy
erroneous
chance
unattended
unsecured
living as if you can catch the wind!
O,
rutted in darkness
you are indeed
if
zero responsibility is your daily creed
doing nothing is what you heed
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
Do not rinse this out of your head, but do repeat!
In all this
make
humility your way
each day
every night
no matter the plight
what seems to lie ahead in your sight
do not live in fright
or fleeting earthly delight
imagining vainly you’ve done it all your way
Sinatra was all wet
while
in
his
spiritual desert called Vegas
singing
“My Way”
as if that was
THEE
way
my times are in Thy hand
should be the song sung throughout the land
strike up the band with that music
not to loud
as to not to be able to hear
the most important lyrics,
refrain
hum it, sing it loudly
daily
continually
all your, my, our days & nights
my times are in Thy hand
humbled
as
David while a shepherd boy did before the Philistine
Joseph before his horrible brothers
Moses before God
not when in anger he smote the rock
before that
more times than I should take time to mention since this is already growing long
Abel before his murderous brother slew him
as
our Lord in the garden of Gethsemane
before those wrongfully accusing Him
had Him arrested
speak of faith,
placing all things in the hands of God tested!
As they nailed Him to the cross
as the thief
who came to see
Who it was he was next to
as every prophet in order to profit
as every Puritan
every true preacher
striding up to today’s pulpits
every true believer must do
daily
since we are all sinners needing constant reminding
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand!
for in the ways
for in the Word of the Lord
resides security
Cast thy burden upon the LORD,
and he shall sustain thee:
he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
My times are in Thy hand
Believe
Believe
Believe!
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