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YOUR NAME, HIS TATTOO


YOUR NAME, HIS TATTOO

Like words chiseled on a stone
Visible and indellible
Bold, not to be told
But seen by Him
The raging winds
Even the turbulent storms
And the very dry seasons
Tamper not with these words
Its not written in ink
Neither coal nor paint
It's a special tattoo
And the only of it's kind
That tattoo is your name
Written in God's palms

...See I have tattooed your name upon my palm... Isa 49:16a

Alice Asuquo







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