In His Grip

Well, I thought I would take a quick break from homework and temporarily revive my blog. Below is one of my favorite poems ever. I found it on a devotional site for college students a few years ago, and I am continually going back to it when I feel my life careening out of control. I didn't write it, but if anyone knows who did, please let me know (all I have are the initials). I hope all is well with you and this poem reminds you of Whose you are.

In His Grip

It'’s the grip.
Not mine, but His.
Sometimes I forget
And latch on to something,
Or someone,
Forgetting my first love.

It'’s the grip.
Rock-strong, love-led.
Holding me when I want to run and hide,
Or disappear,
Forcing me to stand still.

It'’s the grip.
Pure grace, His ways.
Leading me though the angst and chaos,
Or cloudless sky,
Forging a path He has chosen.

It'’s the grip.
God'’s hand, on me.
Saving me,
And quieting my anxious mind,
Or fearful heart,
Forever held in His grip.

-TF