King of Kings
Our Father “Abba”
rules on high
grace in His left Hand
judgment in his right
revealed to flesh
in Jesus Christ
I knew you
before I formed you
I touched your broken body
I breathed your first breath
and I know all your dreams
I saw life through your eyes
I felt your hurt
I felt your pain
I knitted you in your
mother’s womb
I predestined you
to become Mine
no one could snatch you
out of my nail scarred hands
even with demons
in your mailbox
and satan’s hook
on your very soul
you are now bleached
like the driven snow
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