Grasp Saving Grace

Sculpture by Guy Martin a Beckett Boyd

You enfold me, entwine and embrace me.
You handle me, hide me and hold me.
You wrestle me, welcome and want me.

Your chin by my ear,
your hand in my hair,
your arm ‘round my back,
my arms ‘rounding you,
my face on your chest:
I’m held in your warmth.

Your eyes keep close watch,
mine close in deep peace.
Your fingers stroke softly
my head’s numbered strands.
Your grip is a gift,
your grasp saving grace.

"You are mine," you whisper,
"I call you by name:
you are found and forgiven,
brought home and beloved."

"Yes, I am," I breathe back,
"shaped and healed by your hand.
You call me by name:
I am yours, you are mine."

- ConcordPastor