Handy Dandy
Before I was, He was
Once I was only a thought in His head
I wasn’t a memory, but an expectation
Nor was I dead or alive
I was apart of a plan
2 influence history
Formed in time
No need to induce
On time
Every time
In His hands
In one or both?
It don’t matter
In His hands
I was formed from the dirt
I was knit in a womb
I am bundled like the wheat
I stand on my feet
Whenever I stretch
I bump into His palm
Where else will I find meaning?
As I look through the gaps in His fingers
Out there… what’s better… than in here?
In His hands, this, this, is where I shall be
To ensure I don’t wander
I’ll amputate my feet
“Lord, Who for ever livest, and in Whom nothing dies; for before the foundation of the worlds, and before all that can be called “before”, Thou art, and art God and Lord of all which Thou hast created.”
