In the Hands of My Father (Poem)

In the Hands of My Father

I am broken, yet still complete.

Torn, yet still intact.

Raw, yet still contained.

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With the juggernaut they call shame,

I’ve decided to hand mine over to God,

to trust Him that though I’ve made mistakes,

I’ve been defeated,

and I’ve had my heart break dozens of times,

I am wholeheartedly in the hands of My Father.

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No on can snatch me out.

No feeling, no matter how deep, no matter how fierce, no matter how real can undo that.

The dark and heavy feelings may be real and may be felt, but they are not true.

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The Truth is inside of me.

The Truth has a name.

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It is no longer I who live but Christ in me.