These Hands

These hands love me
These hands hold
These hands touch me
And console
These hands open
And entwine
‘Round each heartbeat
In my mind

These hands soothe me
Ease my pain
Some refuse me
These remain
These hands mold
Shape and refine
These hands fold
Fingers entwine


These hands love me
These hands form
The sky above me
And each storm
These hands gently
Take my hand
Help me onward
Help me stand

These hands wore
Cold nails for me
These hands bore
Iniquity
These hands set
Each sinner free
These hands love
Eternally




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Janet Martin