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