Palm of His Hands
  He has our hearts,
  And yes our soul's,
  We are his blessings,
  No matter when the anchor is thrown,
  I kneel to pray,
  And his plan extends to my soul,
  Now I am reborn,
  I need not crawl any more,
  There's no doubt,
  God always had me in the palm of His Hands,
  If ever I call,
  His love will be deliverance in hand.
 
  
 
   
 
 
  Your word is my lamp for my feet, a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
 
 
  
© By Author Feon Davis
 
 