Engraved, Not Forgotten

Also inspired by Isaiah 49:16 “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands..”

Lord,
I cannot fathom it—
that Thou wouldst carry me
not as a fleeting thought,
not as a name to be spoken and forgotten,
but as an engraving
cut into the very palms of Thy hands.

When I doubt my worth,
when I fear I have wandered too far,
Thou simply openest Thy hands,
and there I am.
Not lost.
Not overlooked.
Forever written in the language
of love and sacrifice.

Thy hands—
the same that shaped the mountains,
stretched out the heavens,
and calmed the raging seas—
hold my name as though it were a treasure.
The scars tell my story
woven into Thine,
each line a covenant
Thou wilt never break.

And so I love Thee back
with the only offering I have—
my life,
laid open in the hands
that have always held me.

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