In the Palm of His Hand
He holds me in the palm of His hand
My fear, He perfectly understands
I understand, I am a work in progress
It hurts, I feel like skipping the process
He holds me in the palm of his hand
He holds the sea in the hollow of His hand
And measured heaven with a span
For He has never ever failed to plan
The One Who loves me is so close to hand
And He has my name tattooed in His hand
His hand had such a gracious large spread
His comfort the valley of shadow I tread
Like a Lamb led to the slaughter land
A big nail struck through His hand
His hand bleeding profusely
Yet I took His love so loosely
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2020
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