FISTS

His hands are fists, Father.

It is sign of the tension in his body.

But as he rests in our arms,

And learns to trust

our presence,

our care,

our love,

He will relax.

The tension will leave him

And his tiny fists will open.


That’s what happens when I talk to you, Father.

As I rest in you,

And learn to trust

your presence,

your care,

your love,

I relax.

The tension leaves me

And I am open before you.


I wait patiently for God to save me; I depend on him alone. He alone protects and saves me; he is my defender, and I shall never be defeated. I depend on God alone; I put my hope in him. (Psalm 62: 1–2, 5, GNT)

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