A Tender Hand

I'm being watched. Constantly.

As I search. Desperately.

For the answers I've been looking to discover

To help guide me through life

And find my final destination. Or maybe my destiny.

To find fulfillment in all of my--well--situations.

Though I don't seem to always hear or feel or see

I sense something holding in its palm

I wants me to turn to it--or Him.

He can help me when I fall or when I'm lost.

To Whom Is Watching Over Me: Thank You.