In His Hand

Amy Colleen

In his hand;

forever.

Since my beginning

Until my end.

Created like him;

wonderfully

Designed to worship him

fearfully.

I am surely my beloveds,

and

He is mine.

Heavens King calls down;

I answer with a sigh.

[I must have more of him!

Or I will surely die!]

My LORD, who am I that you gaze upon me;

Opening the windows of Heaven like a curtain?

“You have called, my LORD…I am here.

Your own beloved Hand Maiden.”

Engulfed in heavens light;

stunned.

Beholding heavens hosts;

awestruck.

Swept away in spirit;

desiring

Taken to my LORD;

humbled.

I am surely my beloveds,

and

He is mine.

Heavens King takes my hand,

brings me to my feet.

Celestial music fills the air.

We dance; our eyes they meet.

My LORD, who am I that you gaze upon me;

Opening the windows of Heaven like a curtain?

“You have called, my LORD….I am here.

Your Own Amy Colleen.”

June 4, 2007

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