Softer than a breeze rustling the cottonwood trees
Sweeter than a first kiss
Your almighty hands cradle my soul.
The very hands that created the stars, the moon, and the fiery sun
That formed every animal—the fierce tiger, the massive whale, the purring kitten
That “knit me together in my mother’s womb”
Cradle my soul.
As a mother cradles her baby, you cradle me.
Your hands guide, protect, and, yes, like a mother with her baby,
Rock away all my doubts and fears.