HE HAS MY TATTOO IN HIS PALM

All these pains that flow my path like river;

To mar my soul with its fury furnace of fire,

Still my soul is strengthened with  much power,

cause I know God is for me,

For He has my tattoo in his palm.

If he has my name tattooed in his palm,

Why then should I worry about this economic crisis?

Why then should I fear these times as they come phthisis?

Of endless struggles,

Yet, all I get is endless troubles.

His loyalty for me each day a reality,

Is not because I am in the state of perfection,

Despite my inadequacy,

He proves his love even when I am nonreciprocal with great degree of affection,

Cause he has my tattoo on his palm.

Though I’m tired in this journey,

He picks me up on his shoulder, for he knows I am pococurante.

When I’m discouraged to fight my battle,

He stood instead to fight for me with so much struggle,

Cause he has my tattoo in his palm.

If he has a calendar,

My birthday will be circled on it,

If he has a car,

I know my nomenclature would be scribbled on his bumper,

Cause he has my name tattooed in his palm.

If there were trees in heaven;

I know he’d inscribe my name on their barks,

I know there’d be golden crowns in heaven,

He will write my name on mine,

Cause he has my tattoo in his palm.

©P. McCoy

(BIG-DREAMS INC.)