Etched on the Palms

It is there.

Etched on the palms. Chiseled in the lines. Cradled in the cup of His hands.

My name.

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.

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