In his hands I dance and sway;
I look ahead to each new day.
In his hands I’m light and free;
I giggle and laugh and smile
with glee.
In his hands I feel at home;
I’m safe in his arms.
I do not roam.
In his hands I place my needs;
My body, mind and soul he feeds.
In his hands I know I’m safe.
It is, for me, a perfect place.
In his hands I’ll spend my life;
I will, one day, become his wife.
~Just the scribblings of Rev. Sherry, using the prompt "In His Hands," while thinking about her soon-to-be husband...