Poetry

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Oh, God the manner your hands touch…


‘For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.’ {Ephesians 6 v 12-NIV}

BUT:

‘Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear.’{Isaiah 59 v 1-NIV}.

God really cares for his children. He loves us and cares for us. His long arm protects us and his ears listen to us. So we need to fear not. What is only required is to keep our faith in God and endeavor to do good all times. The poem below is my own psalm of appreciation to God for his protection to his children on earth. God’s protection is so great. Meditate upon it and here we go:

Oh, God, the manner your hands touch,
As you shroud and shield your children,
Like what a mother hen do to her defenseless hatchlings,
When the heartless eagle soars in air trying to make a snatch,
She quacks and buries her little ones in her wings,
And scare the dangerous eagle away.
Or like what a mother bird do to her fledglings in a nest.
She gives them food and fortification from the fowler;
And so is your protection to your defenseless faithful children,
From the salivating jaws and open claws of the Devil on earth.
Oh, God the touch of your hands is marvelous.
You touch with a great touch of your touch.
You love your children, with the love that is more than love.

© July 2004, by Stephen Kaptain.

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