I am held in the hollow of his hands,
by the rivers that make me glad.
He keeps me in his alcove of affection,
Shielding me from harm and hell’s machination.

I am kept by the power of His Love,
His is a variant that fits my soul like a glove,
When the storms of life venture near,
I am assured of peace for He is here.

I am held up above principalities and powers,
My spirit fears neither death nor the witching hour,
For there is a constant witness in the furnace,
I have a Father who ever lives to give me rest.

I am fearless in the den of raging beasts,
Calm in the eye of fires stoked by pride and persecutions.
For within me is domiciled one who is greater,
I am His beloved and He is my Lord and Lover.

I am held in the hollow of his hands,
Adorned with grace on my head like a garland.
I am cradled in all that He is and will ever be
I am His, He is mine and I am free indeed.

– @dami_maverick
Written in His Love.

Petroleum engineer? Yup. But I love writing as much as I love solving complex reservoir engineering problems. Watch out for poetry. Still trying to soar the heights of prose tho' Stay tuned dearies.

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