With outstretched hand He came for me.
Like a thief in the night to set me free.
This time no thief did prey, He had come to save the day.
In unbelief, my hand reached out, trying to see what this was all about.
What had happened, where could I be? Why was it so hard to see?
Rain and sleet covered me from head to toe, I was so cold and didn’t know where to go.
The outstretched hand reached deep within and pulled me out to safety once again.
Weary, but without loss of limb, I was helped to the road and then the lights went dim.
I tried to hold on, to the calmness of His voice, but all at once I had no choice.
Soon I awakened to sounds of alarm, everyone wanted to know who had pulled me from harm.
The “hand” was all that I could mutter and then I realized that I was lying in a gutter.
It took me awhile to eventually see, all that had really happened to me.
The rain and sleet was all an illusion, the blood and glass were the final conclusion.
Everyone wondered how I had managed to survive, the outstretched hand was all that kept me alive.
One thing is certain of that very day, the accident happened to show me the way.
Never again will I doubt, what real living is all about.
The outstretched hand had come for me, and now with joy in my heart I am truly set free.
Written by, Michelle Cook
Dedicated to: Sam Mall, who inspired me to write this poem. This is about Sam’s true life account of how God rescued him.