Hollow of His Hands

In the hollow His holy hands he hides me, Folding me with his fingers, I’m full and free, I am rooted in his right hand like a tender tree, I’m safe and sound, his salvation I will surely see. I’m hiding in the hollow of his holy hand. Bouncing… I now belong to His blessed band, I’m no more lingering and lying in a lonely land; I’m cocooned in comfort… I heed Christ’s command. I’m hiding in His holy hand’s… hollow. Free from the fist of the fierce and forceful foe; I have gained access to His grace, glory and glow, I’m a sheep in His fold; I fear no shame or shadow.