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

INTERVIEWS: Feon Davis, Poetess