10 April 2012
He is the hand.
The hand that guides me. That cradles me. That protects and upholds me. He is the hand that reaches out To stop harm from touching me. He is the hand that my father will place my own hand into Eternally. The hand that will lead me Show me the way And turn me away from the wrong paths. His own hand is held in God's In as tight and right a grasp As mine is held in his.
And I'm never, ever letting go of that hand.
HAND • Opuss № I