This is a poem I wrote a year or so ago, but it's resonating within my heart again.
The creases in my hand
Carefully sculpted
Only by Your plan
Palm wide open
Or fingers curved
One by one they unfurl
Asking for Your hand
I’m here with open hands
Searching only for Your heart
Living by the mind of Jesus
Fill me up with Your grace
Grasp my soul and make me one with You.
The beating of my heart
Consciously pounding
Only by Your plan
Hoping steadily
Or refrained, afraid
Suddenly it opens
Asking for Your heart
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