HIS HOLY GRASP

Sunset, midnight, daybreak, high noon, the steady Hand of God turns the earth and all its inhabitants through another day. His grip is sturdy, forceful, capable and secure; my life is firmly in His Holy Grasp. As Master Artisan of the universe, nothing is missed; not one prayer goes unheard and not a single cry for mercy ignored as He rotates His object of love in His Blessed Hand. Lord God, Father and Creator, You behold my distracted unreadiness, yet in Your blazing lovingkindness, You do not turn away in disgust. Instead, healing my woundedness, You bring me through every trial and keep me safely in Your Hand.