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2 July 2025

The hands of the creator.
The very hands that crafted the universe.

The very hands that surrendered to human nails.
Surrendered at Calvary.

I’m fading.
I’m crying.
I’m falling.
I’m losing control.

This tempest overwhelms.
The wind roars.
The thunder shakes.
And the waters swallow me.

Who will rescue me?

But I hear, in quiet voice in the maelstorm.

The voice that spoke the world into being.
The voice that calms the storms.
The voice that made all things.
The voice of salvation.

The voice calls my name.
Who am I that you would call me by name.

My son, you are mine.
And you are in my hands.
Forever.

My God. My savior. My King,
My redeemer and my salvation.
All fear is gone, because I am yours.

Forever.