Inside His Hand

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When what my eyes can see is not reality,

When beautiful appears as Judas’ kiss;

When up turns out to sink like stones of gravity,

And all is chaos, I remember this –

No matter the confusion all around me,

No matter how things look from where I stand,

The God who reigns above, both pure and Holy,

Holds every circumstance inside His hand.

The Great Reversal

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Gravity snowed your shoulders cold,

bent your burdened frame,

watched while troubles multiplied,

whispered words of shame;

Ascension climbed on trouble’s back,

chose the way of love –

soared above the blizzard where

forgiveness reigns above.