THE CREATOR’S HAND
Storms rage and roar through my life, but
I am given a place of rest,
a place of safety
far above the sound and fury
of the destroying trial.
Like a small child,
I rest in the cradle
of the Creator’s hand,
so large and strong that none
can pull me out or storms destroy.
Wrapped securely in the cloak of His comfort,
He holds me in His great hand
where fear cannot prevail.
I rest in peace,
knowing that He will hold me fast
even while storms rage.
In His mercy,
He understands how human,
how fragile, I am,
and He provides protection in Himself.
He will never let me fall.
(2016)