In His Hands


he holds the world;
he holds the stars;
he holds the planets;
he holds it all.

If he wanted

he could destroy us all;
he could rescue us all;
he could deceive us all
with his pretty face and his pretty lies.

In his hands

he holds the world,
the endless possibilities,
each one more and more
perfect.

And he is perfect;
a perfect angel,
keeping the universe in line
with his every command.

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