© 2008
By The Seven Thunders
5/12/08
Reluctant, hesitant I crept to the edge,
Beyond lures everything that ever was and is,
My chest dreadfully pounds from life’s lofty ledge,
A sonorous Voice utters, “Hold the Hand that is His.”
Ardent Peace caresses my soul,
Choking coils of doubt unravel their hold,
Warm liquid assurance succumbs my heart,
Faith forges unbreakable bonds with my Lord,
To never depart.
A refuge He fashions around me a hedge,
Guarding from everything that ever was and is,
My desires, my hopes He guarantees with a pledge,
So long as I remember to, “Hold the Hand that is His.”
Scintillating Spirit inspires my mind,
Majestically soaring wings of Love to unbind,
Faith’s vitality fortifying my spirit,
With a silent symphony of Love from my Lord,
Hush.
Do you hear it?

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