Author - Clay Corvin

“My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand.”
— John 10:29 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. Our security is guaranteed by the Father’s unmatched power.
2. We are not kept by our effort, but by His grip.
3. No enemy, no event, no failure can steal us away.
4. The Father Himself protects what belongs to Him.
5. Jesus and the Father hold us with eternal hands.

Poem: In the Father’s Hand

The lions circle with angry roars.
The fires burn the trusted fields.
But your hand cups the wounded flame.
You shelter the trembling soul with steel.
You bind the blood with threads of gold.

The winds tear against open gates.
The waters batter fallen dreams.
But your grip tightens against the tide.
You lift the torn and weary heart.
You anchor the faint against the storm.

The world throws stones at hidden dreams.
The voices scream to break the songs.
But you fold your hand around my cry.
You build a fortress from your palm.
You plant my name in holy scars.

The grave may grin and shout for gain.
The years may strip the garden bare.
But your fingers weave new vines.
You forge new songs in darkest soil.
You lift the empty with living breath.

Today I live in the hollow of your hand.
Today I breathe inside your mighty grip.
You are the wall no thief can scale.
You are the hand no fear can break.
You are the keeper of all my days.

“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.”
— Deuteronomy 33:27 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God’s eternity makes His refuge unshakable.
2. His arms of strength never grow tired.
3. His support holds us even when we fall.
4. We rest in arms that no enemy can break.
5. His embrace stretches beyond time itself.

Poem: Underneath the Everlasting Arms

The cliffs may crumble under feet.
The bridges may shatter in the flood.
But your arms stretch beneath the fall.
You catch the slipping, broken steps.
You build new ground under the wreck.

The night may split the trusted trails.
The towers may fall into the sea.
But your arms still cradle the earth.
Your hands hold the breaking stones.
Your mercy builds roads through ruin.

The heart may falter under weight.
The knees may bend beneath the grief.
But your arms bend lower still.
Your love lifts the fallen dreams.
Your grace carries the bowed soul.

The years may rush in endless race.
The faces may turn and fade away.
But your arms gather every lost song.
Your breath stirs life into dry bones.
Your strength sings louder than time.

Today I trust your arms of old.
Today I rest in your ageless strength.
You are the cradle for my weary days.
You are the home at every end.
You are the arms that never fail.

“For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
— Colossians 3:3 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. Our true identity is safe in Christ.
2. What is hidden is also protected and treasured.
3. Being in Christ means evil cannot ultimately touch us.
4. God’s keeping work is deeper than outward circumstances.
5. Our life is more secure than anything seen with eyes.

Poem: Hidden in His Heart

The waves may crash on shallow ground.
The winds may howl against thin walls.
But your hand tucks my name in light.
You hide my breath behind your own.
You nest my soul inside your chest.

The fires rise in the open streets.
The stones fly from broken hands.
But your arms gather my hidden place.
You fold my days into your robe.
You carve my hope into your side.

The crowds forget the ones they fear.
The voices drown the quiet songs.
But your voice hums inside the storms.
Your hands shield the silent dreams.
Your breath guards the buried prayers.

The old world shakes its crumbling gates.
The proud race down the broken lanes.
But you hold the hidden ones with grace.
You raise the unseen with your strength.
You sing the forgotten into crowns.

Today I live in the hollow of your hand.
Today I rest under your endless breath.
You are the keeper of my secret hopes.
You are the shield against the crumbling world.
You are the heart where my life hides.

“For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even to death.”
— Psalm 48:14 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God is not a temporary help; He is forever ours.
2. His guidance leads from life into eternal life.
3. We never walk a single step without His care.
4. Death does not end God’s promises to us.
5. God’s security surrounds us from first breath to last breath.

Poem: Guide of Every Step

The early steps slip on morning dew.
The fields stretch far beyond my eyes.
But your hand tugs at every turn.
You mark each road with careful light.
You guide each hour with quiet songs.

The noontime paths blaze hot and long.
The stones cut deep into the dreams.
But your strength flows into weary bones.
You carry the worn and broken feet.
You build a stream where deserts burn.

The evening trails twist out of sight.
The hills rise steeper than the breath.
But you steady the shaking climb.
You lay new bridges over the fear.
You lift the soul toward softer skies.

The last steps reach toward mist and cloud.
The heart beats slow with deeper songs.
But you walk closer than the wind.
You catch the soul as twilight falls.
You lead the weary into golden fields.

Today I trust the Guide who never sleeps.
Today I walk by the light of your smile.
You are the path before my fears.
You are the home after the night.
You are the God of forever steps.

“And the Lord will deliver me from every evil work and preserve me for His heavenly kingdom. To Him be glory forever and ever. Amen!”
— 2 Timothy 4:18 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God’s deliverance is ongoing until we enter His kingdom.
2. He rescues not only our bodies but preserves our souls.
3. Evil may strike, but it will not succeed against His people.
4. Our future is secure, guarded by God Himself.
5. Every act of rescue brings glory to His name.

Poem: Rescued by His Hand

The traps are set along the trail.
The winds howl down empty streets.
But your hand strikes down the snare.
Your fire burns across the thorns.
Your voice tears the nets to dust.

The darkness circles with broken teeth.
The hunters shout across cracked fields.
But your arm sweeps clean the trembling paths.
Your shield blinds the sharpened spears.
Your breath carves freedom through the fog.

The enemy plots against silent dreams.
The lies sink deep into open wounds.
But your truth cracks the heavy chains.
Your love lifts the bleeding hands.
Your word plants courage in the cuts.

The kingdom waits beyond the fight.
The golden fields wave behind the hills.
You rescue until the battle ends.
You carry the weary past the gates.
You lead the tired into forever rest.

Today I walk by your rescuing hands.
Today I lean on your saving breath.
You are the deliverer behind every cry.
You are the rescuer along every road.
You are the King of my forever home.

“For this reason I also suffer these things; nevertheless I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day.”
— 2 Timothy 1:12 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God personally guards what we entrust into His hands.
2. Our trust is in a Person, not just a promise.
3. Faith grows by remembering who holds our future.
4. What we place in God’s care is eternally secure.
5. Confidence in God’s keeping leads to courageous living.

Poem: Guarded by His Hands

The winds tear dreams from tired hands.
The thieves claw at broken walls.
But you hold the treasures I gave.
You shield the prayers I dared to speak.
You lock my hopes in holy vaults.

The crowds laugh at trembling faith.
The world scorns silent trust.
But your arms wrap tighter than fear.
Your voice guards louder than lies.
Your breath fills the gaps of doubt.

The long nights shout of loss and waste.
The aching miles stretch thin and raw.
But you gather the scattered pieces.
You number the sighs and tears.
You forge the gold from broken clay.

The thief cannot snatch your guarded ones.
The dark cannot pry open your gates.
You stand between loss and promise.
You cradle the gifts of fainting hearts.
You water the seeds hidden in dust.

Today I trust you with what I hold.
Today I surrender the battles I name.
You are the vault for broken dreams.
You are the guard of fragile hope.
You are the keeper of my song.

“You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in Your word.”
— Psalm 119:114 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God Himself is the refuge we run to for safety.
2. His Word is the solid foundation of our hope.
3. Shielded by His promises, we endure attacks.
4. Faith turns hiding into confidence, not fear.
5. His shelter provides courage to hope again.

Poem: Hidden in His Word

The fields burn dry beneath the sun.
The roads crack hard beneath my feet.
But your shield stretches wide with grace.
Your word rises stronger than the drought.
Your breath cools the broken land.

The arrows pierce the empty sky.
The stones shatter the brittle dreams.
But you plant a fortress of unseen walls.
You hide my soul beneath your wings.
You bend your name across the sky.

The night prowls for forgotten hearts.
The wolves howl through the open fields.
But you tuck me deep in your truth.
You layer my hope with endless light.
You sing over my waiting fears.

The days may grind their jagged stones.
The crowds may shout their brittle lies.
But your Word glows fierce beneath the dust.
Your promises carve rivers through rock.
Your shield stands when all else falls.

Today I hide in the fold of your word.
Today I rest inside your living shield.
You are the hope between the storms.
You are the truth louder than fear.
You are the hiding place that holds.

“Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy.”
— Jude 1:24 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God’s power keeps us from falling beyond recovery.
2. He is committed to presenting us pure before His glory.
3. His keeping produces joy, not fear, in our walk.
4. Our stability depends on His strength, not our own.
5. His final work in us is full of joy and triumph.

Poem: Steady Steps

The stones shift beneath my shoes.
The road twists sharp along the ridge.
But your hand builds firm steps ahead.
You lift my ankle from the traps.
You bend the hills to safer ways.

The cliffs fall steep with sudden winds.
The fears howl loud beyond the bend.
But you steady the stumbling knees.
You catch the dreams before they fall.
You cradle the heart before it breaks.

The dust blinds the uncertain gaze.
The noise clogs the waiting ears.
But your whisper cuts through the storm.
You carve sure trails in shattered ground.
You lead where feet forget the way.

The world may throw its broken stones.
The voices may sneer along the pass.
But your grip pulls the weary home.
Your joy lifts the bowed head high.
Your light stitches the final mile.

Today I walk in your strong hands.
Today I climb on your whispered paths.
You are the strength behind each breath.
You are the joy on the rising road.
You are the keeper of my steps.

“You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.”
— Psalm 32:7 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. God is our safe hiding place in all troubles.
2. His preservation is active and complete.
3. Deliverance is not silent; God sings over us.
4. Songs of victory surround us even during battle.
5. His deliverance is both protection and celebration.

Poem: Songs in the Shelter

The shadows scrape across the door.
The winds roar against the hill.
But your voice builds the softer walls.
You carve songs into the rising storm.
You seal my fear with your delight.

The battle drums beat in the fields.
The iron gates rattle with fear.
But you hum over the broken ground.
You lift my heart above the noise.
You weave songs into broken stone.

The nights fall heavy without words.
The dreams stumble on brittle knees.
But your whisper kindles buried hope.
You lace the darkness with shining songs.
You sow deliverance into barren fields.

I run beneath your singing walls.
I hide inside your shouted praise.
You guard my silence with your joy.
You stretch your songs above my doubts.
You sing until the fear dissolves.

Today I rest in the sound of your songs.
Today I rise on the wings of your voice.
You are the melody behind my walls.
You are the chorus above my pain.
You are the singer of my salvation.

“And raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus.”
— Ephesians 2:6 (NKJV)

5 Points:

1. Our security is anchored in Christ’s victory.
2. We are not merely surviving but reigning with Him spiritually.
3. Our life is hidden with Christ above every threat.
4. God’s salvation lifts us into heavenly authority.
5. We already belong to the kingdom that will never fall.

Poem: Seated With the King

The throne room hums with endless light.
The songs of mercy fill the halls.
You call my name across the winds.
You seat me beside your royal strength.
You weave my story into your reign.

The earth may crumble under greed.
The kings may fight for fading thrones.
But your place for me stands sure.
Your kingdom hums with endless peace.
Your word carves truth into the sky.

The chains of doubt fall at your gate.
The dust of shame blows far away.
You clothe me in a better crown.
You place my feet on steady stones.
You speak my worth in holy fire.

The battle rages in the valley deep.
The storms beat their angry drums.
But above the noise, your voice calls clear.
You seat the trembling beside your throne.
You crown the weary with your strength.

Today I sit inside your finished grace.
Today I stand on your reigning love.
You are the King who lifts the weak.
You are the Shepherd who seats the lost.
You are the life written into my name.