Palmful of Promise

I marvel the magic of the Maker,
who hid me under the leaves,
so no rain or shine may wash me out,
or erase me from the earth!
I know not who my mother is,
nor do I know who had fathered me,
I am an orphan now –
nay, I’ve a greater father and mother,
who cares for me each night and day.

In His eternal plan,
every one has a little function;
however small it may be.
My parents had their own,
and I look forward to mine
with patient expectation.

He holds me in his palms
every morning, noon and eve,
and kisses me good night
as the sun sets in the west!
Could I ever think of a better mother,
than the merciful Maker?

That’s why I have no worry,
even as I count my hours
to be released from the shell
and see the wonders of this world!
Under his protection
every thing falls in its place,
I am filled with awe and wonder
and raise my little voice
to sing his praises.

My little life is too short
to adequately thank the Master,
and even a thousand births
would be too short to thank Him –
for this wonderful miracle
he manifests every moment!

But my troubled heart knows
too many fears and worries
shroud her night and day;
Peace is in Paradise,
everyone whisper in my ears,
and I turn to them with disbelief,
for I know peace is here in my heart,
and the one who made me
fashioned me as a lover of peace,
what do I need to fear, then?

But the world is too cruel,
I can hear everyone cry
and I can see all around me
splashes of blood –
the fruit of disbelief and disobedience,
even today brings havoc on earth,
and even we are hapless victims,
then who cares for us,
but the benevolent Maker!

I hold on to him tightly,
lest I fall from his grip;
I have nothing to fear,
nothing to worry at all;
so long I remain in Him,
and he remains with me, in me!