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Here's a poem I finished just this morning about Someone I love dearly:

Jesus

I’m in His hand, tucked under His wing,

Because I can’t stand any longer.

He’ll hold me here, where I’m safe from fear;

Giving strength to make me stronger.

He holds me in the palm of His hand,

Giving comfort while I’m crying.

He gives me help for one more step

When I get so tired of trying.

I’m in His hand, and under His wing,

When my soul is simply shattered.

He holds me near, His voice I hear,

'Til my heart doesn’t feel as tattered.

His hand firmly placed me under His wing,

Without Him, where would I be?

He dries my tears, calms my fears,

And I'll serve Him devotedly.