I Will Hide In Your Hands

I Will Hide In Your Hands prose poem

I Will Hide In Your Hands prose poemUploaded by Lyn McSweeney


I will hide in your hands
away from all pain
No one can ever
hurt me again

I thank you Jesus
that you hold me close
that you love me
Lord God of hosts

I thank you Jesus
that your whispers I hear
that I know you will always
be close..be near

You are so precious
you are so strong
and I know to you
I will always belong

I LOVE YOU

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I have been writing poetry for 20 plus years it is not something I have learned, but enjoy writing it.
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