In His Palm
I am the rock
in His palm.
I am held.
Thrown
in whichever direction He pleases.
I am a rough object
in His soft hand.
Smoothing over time.
I am sand
Crumbling
in the wind, rain, and storm.
I am a rock
Sand
made shaped and solid
in His palm.
in His palm.
I am held.
Thrown
in whichever direction He pleases.
I am a rough object
in His soft hand.
Smoothing over time.
I am sand
Crumbling
in the wind, rain, and storm.
I am a rock
Sand
made shaped and solid
in His palm.
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