IN HAND 

Into the quiet places
He steals.
His wounded hands
Outstretched,
Remind me:
  You belong to Me.
  You'll never be plucked
    from My hand, 
  But
    You may stray
      out of touch.

His nail-breached hands have
Reached me, pulling me back
Where I belong.

Nancy Spiegelberg

My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me;and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. John 10:27, 28 [NASB]

©1980 Nancy Spiegelberg

In Hand

Into the quiet places
He steals.
His wounded hands
Outstretched,
Remind me:
  You belong to Me.
  You'll never be plucked
    from My hand,
  But
    You may stray
      out of touch.

His nail-breached hands have
Reached me, pulling me back
Where I belong.
- Nancy Spiegelberg

"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand."
John 10:27, 28 (NASB)

1980 Nancy Spiegelberg


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