He's got you in the palm of His hand.
Not one thing that happened yesterday surprised Him.
Not one thing that will come your way today will either.
Free of care.
Fall back into the welcome security of those nail-scarred hands.
Stop looking for stoops upon which to rest those fears-filled eyes.
Search no longer for worries to ponder.
Doubts to consider.
Wounds to poke and prod until in painful surrender, they ooze blood-red.
Because death has been defeated,
we are on the offense!
We fight FROM victory!
Even if you sound terrible.
You, child of the King of Kings, are on the offense!
Live like it.