Monday, January 03, 2011

Palm Of His Hands


Palm of His Hands

He has our hearts,
and yes our souls'
We are his blessings,
no matter when the anchor is thrown,
I kneel to pray,
And his plan extends to my soul,
Now I am reborn,
I need not crawl anymore,
There's no doubt God always had mein the Palm of his hands,
If ever I call,
His love will be deliverance in hand.


This poem is published In the issue of Divine Magazine.
Available within "By The Hands of God" Christian poem collection of my book