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.
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