His hands are gentle to the touch. Soft as a feather are His hands. A caressing touch are His Hands, Gently holding us in our sorrow. His Hands reaching out so softly, Touching us with gentle assurance. His Hands, folded in prayer for us, Ever so gently reaching for us. His Hands bring joy and peace, Surrounding us in His love. His Hands lift our hearts When were feeling downhearted. His Hands, soft as a feather, guiding us; Journeying along the path with us. Yes, His Hands have touched our hearts. Surrounded, in His Hands, are we. Thank you, Father, for His Hands; Bringing us joy for sorrow, Beauty for ashes. His Hands have bore it all for us.

©Tammy S

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