My Hands Are Yours God

My name is Tammy and I am a mother of 2 precious girls, wife to an amazing man, (and my best friend) and a woman who is so in love with her Savior. I love to write, poetry is my usual course. For the most part, there is a story behind them all. Sometimes, I just want to write.

Sunday, February 28, 2010


Hope springs alive and unexpectedly so.
Finding no answers but not needing to know.
Seeing the Hand of an almighty Creator.
Putting my faith in a passionate Savior.

Standing alone on the Promise He's given.
Trusting the words that daily I live in.
Knowing tomorrow a miracle comes.
Today I am hoping and no longer undone.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Afraid of an answer I don't want to hear.
Grasping for faith as I wade through this fear.
Hoping for Hope when no voice can be heard.
Looking for reasons as I cling to your Word.

Knowing your Good and not questioning your Love.
Searching for life in your free flowing blood.
Aching so bad that it's hurting to breathe.
Understanding the prayer that made the Savior bleed.

Such deep exploration of the Father's plan,
Completely a mystery to the heart of this woman.
But beautifully perfect and I know it will be,
as His will is orchestrated all around me.

As I look down this road that may indeed lay.
I ask you Lord to please make a new way.
The Pain in this path is too much to bear,
though I know it won't take us out of your care.

I Love you Oh Lord, though my heart is breaking.
Be the God that your are in the pain we are facing.
Heal if you will, but do what you must.
In you sweet Jesus, we have put all our trust.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


Kneeling on my knees, the tears are freely falling.
Listening intensely, to the Father as he's calling.
Calling me to sow my tears inside His precious Word.
Trying to remember all the guidance that I have heard.
Plowing in the ground, I dig deep into His soil.
Knowing He is there, to comfort as I toil.
The ground is cracked and dried, but the moisture now is pooling.
Softening in my hands, my spirit is renewing.
I'll bury here my sorrow, and watch to see what grows.
Trusting in the Father, and knowing that He knows.
What life will spring from this terrible mourning?
It's Joy that will come, and it will come in the morning.