In the Hollow of His Hand

I live... In a refuge safe and sure

I move... In a dwelling place secure

I am... in the center of Godís will and plan

Living in the hollow of His hand

I live... in his hand my life is laid

I move... in his will each move is made

My name is written here

Where perfect love still casts out fear

Living in the hollow of His hand.

In Christ we find our treasure In Christ we find our rest

In Christ we find the measure ofÝ what it is to be blessed.

In Christ we take our refuge, In ChristÝ we take our breath

Held safe from every delugeÝ till we rest in him inÝ death.

Living in this high and holy place

Moving ever onward in the race

Being all I can be by Godís grace

My name- is engraved upon his palm

I live -in a place of strength and calm

I move- in this place that is the promised land

Living in the hollow of His hand

Moving in the hollow of His hand

Being in the hollow of His hand.

Acts 17:28

Anthony Foster

June 6, 2005