Slideshow by Ruth Hicks (sister) 2006

Katie Rose Hicks by Sarah Robison (sister) in 2004

I used to think I needed to go to the "ends of the earth" looking for the hungry that need meat, the thirsty who need drink, the strangers who need taken in, and naked who need clothing. However, I have come to realize they are in my own household…  Click on the title of this story to read the rest.

In The Hollow of His Hand

In the hollow of His hand

I am safely sheltered

And I’m dreading not the angry winds that blow

For the eye that watches over me

Shall never slumber and He guides my footsteps everywhere I go

In the hollow of His hand

In the hollow of His hand

He keeps me in the hollow of His hand

In the hollow of His hand

What a peaceful refuge

Where the weary heavy laden may find sweet, sweet rest

In the secret place I know

My troubles are forgotten

As a child when folded to his mother’s breast

In the hollow of His hand

I’ll remain forever

No power can pluck me from my Father’s hand

Though I fall asleep in Him

I know that He’ll awaken me

Just inside of Heaven’s golden borderland

In the hollow of his hand

In the hollow of His hand

I’m not to fear on ocean or on land

For wherever I may roam,

He will guide me safely home

And He keeps me in the hollow of His hand