Gentle Hands

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With gentle hands,You pull apart,the broken strands,of my aching heart

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With gentle hands,
You pull apart,
the broken strands,
of my aching heart.

A gentle kiss to restore it's love,
a warm embrace straight from above.
Healing hands that offer rest,
a peaceful song that leaves me blessed.

A book that offers joy and truth,
not just for elders but doubly for youth.
A whisper of sweetness and purist love,
in the form of a graceful dove.

A faithful shield that's strong and true,
I know I can always rely on You.
Even when I go off the tracks,
Your patient goodness has got my back.

Despite terror, storms and fear alike,
I know no harm could ever strike.
For happiness follows whenever you're here,
Your hand controls our tiny sphere.

When hatred, gossip and sneers collect,
You break the jar in which they connect.
When isolation holds on tight,
You shed your rays of cheerful light.

In my life You will always stay,
for You first formed us out of clay.
My Father, comforter and help in need,
your Law and Word I will always heed.

Written on the 7/04/20.

Written on the 7/04/20

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