Swirling gray above the trees,

Hiding blue for us to see.

And yet, I know it’s there.

It never wavers, whether darkness reigns.

Constant blue. Unblinking.

But beyond that – just beyond,

Farther than my eyes behold,

There is a Hand, so strong and sure

Holding the universe together.

I am written on His palm.

It is too wonderful for me.

The Hand above the clouds.

My Father holds me today.

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