In His Hands

In God’s great hands my name is written down-
-Not lightly, but with bold deliberate strokes;
Engraved forever there for me to see
One day when I come home-
Still following the way.

I cannot fathom why the great “I Am”
Should plan for me to know His pen has traced
The letters of my name -(which He knew first)-
-Except… the joy, the peace, … the confidence
He has- in wondrous ways- to me dispensed.

For when the tragedies of life contain my name
I say, “He knows and Jam not alone.
I trust because I know...He can’t forget...
This trial for me is good…
He loves me yet.”

And so, dear friend, my pen is in my hand
Your name I place upon my palm today.
I promise, as I go about my tasks,
I'll pray for you each time the Spirit asks.

...Sometimes, in gentle gesture... I do close
My fingers there around your precious name...
And hold you close... and know... that God
Is doing just the same.

Joan Clifton Costner

 

Isaiah 49
"I will never forget thee……see?
I have engraved your name in the
Palms of My hands....”

Hebrews 13
"I will never leave thee nor forsake thee....”