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

Image Source: Pixabay


About Suzanne Gunter McClendon

I am a South Carolina native now living on the Texas Gulf Coast. I have been married to David for just over 33 years. We have 4 surviving adult children and two children-in-law. At this point in our lives, we are adjusting to an refilling nest. I enjoy reading, writing, photography, digital art, fiber arts, 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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