Into Thy Hands



There are things in the world
Some hold very dear.

Setting suns and sparkling moons;
Summer nights and rising balloons.

But of all the things,
So treasured, by so few,
There's no one in this world
Who compares to You.

There are so many reasons
I could find,
To explain Your frequent passage
Through my mind.

But because words limit
Expressions from the heart,
Just take my soul into Your hands;
And please understand.
The depth of my love for Thee.

Laura Marie Muglia