FOREVERMORE

Father, if Your hands hold the depths of the earth and the peaks of the mountains, and if the sea is Yours and Your hands have formed the dry land , and if You have clothed the lilies of the field in all their splendor, and You know when the tiny Sparrow falls,
will, You, the Great and Mighty God that You are, not hold me in the palm of Your hand, because You love me more than these?
Will You not uphold me with the right hand of Your righteousness, and will You not be my Comforter? Will You not surround me with Your tender mercies when I am hurting, and clothe me with Your Grace as I walk through the furnace of affliction?
You are the Lord, our God, our Maker, and I give You honor and glory and praise, for with You I will abide, now and forevermore.....
Becky