Father’s palm

 On that school bus

Years gone by

Began 

The search

For You

Scared

But knew

Strength

Was not

In my grasp

So I silently

Relented

Big yellow

Let me

To the steeples

And spires

Now it 

Isn’t the steeples

That keep me

Running

Back into

That strength

Fear brings

Me back

Your love

Keeps me

Firmly rooted

Planted in soil

Richly protected

Holy water

At hand

In the Father’s palm