Covered by my Father's Hands

‎"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand." 
John 10:27-29


What peace this brings, to know that no matter what happens, we can never be snatched from our Father's hands. To have such a caring and loving Savior who knows us, who gives us life, and who protects us. I could not imagine anything better, and I will continually strive to please my Father who has done so much to save me. 


Praise Him, our Savior and Redeemer. Our Father. 

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