great hands my name is written down-
lightly, but with bold deliberate strokes;
forever there for me to see
One day when
I come home- Still following the way.
fathom why the great "I Am"
for me to know His pen has traced
of my name -(which He knew first)- -
joy, the peace, … the confidence He has-
ways- to me dispensed.
For when the
tragedies of life contain my name I say,
and Jam not alone. I trust because I know...
forget... This trial for me is good… He
loves me yet."
And so, dear
friend, my pen is in my hand
Your name I
place upon my palm today.
as I go about my tasks,
for you each time the Spirit asks.
Sometimes, in gentle gesture...
I do close
My fingers there around your precious
And hold you
close... and know...
that God Is
doing just the same.
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