My Precious Child

MY PRECIOUS CHILD 

(Paraphrased from Isaiah 49, 51, 54 AMP)

©2013 by Diana Rasmussen

My precious child,  I have not forgotten you.

Can a mother forget her own child?

Walk away from the baby she bore?

Though she may forget, I will never forget you.

I have you engraved on the palms of My Hands.

Your walls are forever before me.

Before you were born I called you,

From your mothers womb I have spoken your name.

 I am your Maker and your Husband,

the Lord of hosts is my Name.

The Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer.

For a brief moment I forsook you,

But with great compassion and mercy,

I will gather you to Me again.

In a little burst of wrath I hid my face,

But I have taken the terrible cup from your hands,

you will drink no more of my fury.

With age enduring love and kindness,

I will have compassion and mercy on you.

For though the mountains should depart,

and the hills be shaken or removed,

Yet my love and kindness shall not depart from you.

Nor shall my covenant of peace and completeness be removed,

Says the Lord, who has compassion on You.

dianarasmussen

Diana Rasmussen is a Faith Builder, Worship Leader, Veteran’s wife, and a Certified Peer Specialist. At her blog Prayers and Promises she shares from her heart on how to find hope in this crazy world!

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