It is there.
Etched on the palms. Chiseled in the lines. Cradled in the cup of His hands.
It is engraved forever. His eyes gaze at the words, thinking of me.
Though a mother may forget her babe.
He never forgets what I am called.
One day I shall see it with my eyes. As He lifts His hands to pull me close.
I will know that I never left His heart.
He has quieted me with His love.