I cling to you;
   your strong right hand holds me securely.
Psalm 63:8

How many times have I breathed this prayer?
How many times have I clung to my Father’s strong hand?

More than I can recount,
because there are so many times when all I know to do is to cling to Him.

And the best part?
It is really He who holds me.

He does not say I must find the strength to hold onto Him.
Even though I will it,
I falter.

No, He holds me.

Securely.

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.

 I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.

Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.

I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.
Psalm 63:1-8