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.
