His Hands


With His power and might
Your taunts I can withstand
His love for me is something
You will never understand.

You try to knock me down
He shows me I can stand
You can never get to me
I’m held in the Master’s hands.

My house is on the Rock
Yours crumbles in the sand
Your eternity is Hell
Mine is in the Promised Land.

©1 January 2017 Suzanne G. McClendon

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About Suzanne Gunter McClendon

I am a South Carolina native, but have been living on the Texas Gulf Coast for 14 years now. David and I have been married for 34 years. Our children are grown. Some are here at home, others are out in the big world doing their "thing". I enjoy genealogy, reading, writing, photography, digital art, fiber arts, cooking and much, much more.
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2 Responses to His Hands

  1. David E. McClendon Sr. says:

    Wow, that is great. Love you. Zing! Zing!

    Liked by 1 person

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