Hold

He holds onto me

Even when I loosen my hold on Him

He holds onto me

Even when I feel I'm letting go

 

My hand's sweaty with fear

Worn with temptations

Disjointed with pride

Slippery with sin

Raw with anger

Bleeding with suffering

Heavy with burdens

Weak with tragedy's "why?"

 

Yet Father, Your Grasp on my faltering hand

Tightens stronger, warmer still

Drawing me in

To Your unfailing heart

Your cherishing eyes

Your assuring Daddy-embrace

Your tender whisper,

 

"Child you don't hold Me

I hold YOU

Forever."

This poem is about: 
Me

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