Psonnets of Worship
My Days, a Handbreadth

My days are as the handbreadth of my hand,
but shall be as the handbreadth of the Lord
because He holds me in His hand and swore
by none so greater than Himself and planned
that in the evil day, I shall withstand
because His Son's hands, feet, and body bore
my sins so I can bear the shield and sword
and, having done all in Christ Jesus, stand.
My life may be a handbreadth, but my God
has taught the fingers of my hands to fight
and comforts me besides with staff and rod
and table He prepares within the sight
of all the enemies my footsteps trod
when I withstand the enemies of light.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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