Sunday, March 4, 2012

His Hand

This is a poem I wrote during the Impact staff retreat a week ago.  It's been a while since I've shared a poem with you all, so I hope you like it. 

His Hand
In the palm of His hand,
I sit and wait.
I don't know what's to come.
In the palm of His hand,
I'm wrapped in grace.
In Him, I am undone.
In the palm of His hand,
I'm cherished, loved,
Precious. He made me.
In the palm of His hand,
He is enough.
In Him, I learn to see.


3 comments:

  1. Love it, Emily! Are you going to put it to music?

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  2. No, I believe this poem will remain only a poem. Thank you for the compliment!

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