Resting in the Hands of God

Mar 4, 2024
1 min read

I am resting in the hands of God.

She is cradling me in her lap

and lifts me to the stars with

a smile on her face.

Her touch melts my heart

and brings honey to my lips.

How much I do want you!

Not for a moment are you away,

not for a moment does this sweetest holding

betray me.

Not for a moment am I alone

or abandoned.

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