See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.  (Isaiah 49:16)

Not in the sky, because the sky is too high
Not in the clouds, because the clouds can’t hold you
Not on a stone, for a stone is too cold
Not on silver or gold, lest anyone think you could be sold
Not in a book, because a book could be lost

But on the palms of my hands
On the flesh
Where you can’t be lost, sold or forgotten
On the flesh
Where I see you all the time
On the flesh
Where the pain was measured out in love
On the flesh
In the warm, permanent skin of my Son

There you are…
Eternally
Indelibly
Part of me

Engraved
Cut into
At great cost
Scarred forever
As my tattoo