"I have engraved you on the palms of my hands” (Isaiah 49:16 ESV)Recently, during a tender time of prayer and reflection, my heart began to ache for all of the pain and suffering in the world. It seems that day after day, we are assailed with one heartbreaking story after another . . . so I began praying. Praying for the girls captured by ISIS, for the persecuted and imprisoned believers around the world, for the children and adults enslaved in human trafficking, and for all the precious little ones  lost to abortion and their families victimized by the lies . . . and as I wept over these tragedies, God’s Holy Spirit reminded me of the Cross – the only source of hope I know. The only source of hope that will last for eternity. The only source of hope that so many have yet to embrace. And I wrote this poem . . .

In The Palms of His Hands

by Shadia Hrichi

I look on the world – and mourn.

So much suffering;

So much injustice.

Yet You see all things;

You know all things;

You hold the world in the palms of Your hands.

I look on the Cross – and tremble.

So much suffering;

So much injustice.

But You see all things;

You know all things;

You took our sin in the palms of Your hands.

I look on my soul – and weep.

Sprinkled with cries of compassion;

Showered with songs of mercy.

For You see all things;

You know all things;

You hold my life in the palms of Your hands.

For You looked on my soul – and died.

Shedding cleansing tears of compassion;

Spilling crimson drops of mercy.

For You see all things;

You know all things;

You purchased my soul in the palms of Your hands.

And You look on the world – and mourn.

So much suffering;

So much injustice.

For You see all things;

You know all things;

You purchased their souls in the palms of Your hands.

Now I look on the world – and tremble.

So little compassion;

So little mercy.

For it mourns not for Your suffering;

It weeps not for the blood shed in the palms of Your hands.

Oh Lord Jesus, how we thank You that though we did not know You, You came down to us – giving us Your very life – that we many live through You. Because of Your great mercy, we may declare “we are engraved in the palms of Your hands.” Yes, for this was Your great pleasure.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” (Isaiah 49:15-16 ESV)

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