"In The Hollow of His Hand"

Writing poetry and prayers helps me get through the heart wrenching pain of missing Andrew. This morning a refrain came to mind, "In the hollow of His hand..."
Though some days I feel very alone as tears come so easily at the longing for our boy to be back with us, still I know God is near to the broken hearted because He is well acquainted with the grief of separation.
And so I take the gift of writing that God has allowed me to steward and I pen my heart to Him, to you, to me.

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"In the Hollow of His Hand"

 by Melanie Dorsey

In the hollow of His hand,
Hard times I do not understand.
Yet still I stay.
No other place I'd go,
In a sin cursed world fraught with woe.


Yes, I know there will be gladness.
I’ve had that, too, amidst my sadness.
Still I look forward to that sound.
My earthly body, Heaven bound.


Until that time I choose to rest.
Enduring faith is where I’m blessed.
Though tears quite often stream down my face,
In the hollow of His hand, I run my race.