In The Hollow Palm Of Your Hand
Poem By Shymard Nickle
I love you for the things that you do.
There have been so many times when the enemy wanted to take me away,
But you rose up and said, “No my child will stay.”
I don’t know detail for detail the plan you have for my life.
However, I do know that I have to walk by faith and not by sight.
In perfect peace is where you said I would be
If I kept my mind stayed on thee.
I know the enemy is searching and seeking whom he may devour,
But Lord, I’m steadily looking toward that sacred hour.
The hour when I will no longer have to deal with the pain of this life,
And I can spend eternity with He who is life.
As I’m living for you to fulfill Romans 12: 1,
I praise you for being the Almighty and Holy Son.
Though on this earth your children are as a beach with its grains of sand,
I thank you for holding me in the hollow palm of your hand.