Softer than a breeze
rustling the cottonwood trees
Sweeter than a first kiss,
Your almighty hands cradle my soul.
The very hands that created the stars,
the moon, and the fiery sun,
That formed every animal—the fierce tiger,
the massive whale, the purring kitten,
That “knit me together in my mother’s womb,”
These hands cradle my soul.
As a mother cradles her baby, you cradle me.
Your hands guide, protect, and, yes,
like a mother with her baby,
Rock away all my doubts and fears.
Almighty God, creator of all, thank you for cradling my soul in the palm of your hand.
Growing Our Faith Together 