HANDS
God gave me two little hands
To draw His beautiful creations
Give inspiration by writing stories
And sketching anything out of my imagination
Hands are meant to be gentle
Not to hurt anybody or to destroy
Anything that God has made
And everything that offers life’s simple joys
These hands will I use
To care for my loved ones out there
Tap the back of my friend
When she needs comfort beyond despair
I lift my hands to worship You O Lord
For You deserve all my praises
Thank you for these precious gifts
With these hands prove how wonderful Your masterpiece is!
YOU ARE READING
White and Blues (Poems for the Heart and Soul)
PoesiaPhilippians 4:8 "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things."
