PLUCKED FROM THE HAND OF SATAN By Mary Ann Green
July 25, 2008
Feeling like I was being submerged, drowning
on the ocean floor which wasn’t filled with the
beauty of God’s creatures, but with
doubt, uncertainty, fear, and anxiety
and it has been going on for years.
What does one hold on to without drowning?
Was Satan busy working his wiles in the world
and dragging me down with him, further away from
God than I’ve even been before, deep into the ocean of despair—
How am I to survive this?
Help someone—Lend a hand
I need something to hold on to—something
secure, something faithful and sure
that will keep me from the ravages of the
Evil One—Lord, don’t you hear my prayer?
One day a tiny sliver of light began to show, I was beginning
to surface and emerge from the ocean
into which I had plunged—
when skyward I saw a hand, the Hand of
God handing me an Anchor from above
that Anchor was His hand.
Hold onto to me, my Beloved, know
that I’m here, with you, and never fear
that I ever leave you.
I will keep you under the
wings of my protection, as long as you
want to hold on and walk in my ways.
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