His Hands
My life, into HIS HANDS
Holding in mine, past, present, future
Let go
He returns my destiny
Let Him
Flying across my expectations
He holds them
I revel in Him
He delights in me
My life together with His
In the end–
I leave a residue
A sweet smelling aroma…. to settle……
From Cheryl's Pen | Walz Cheryl February 18, 2010
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