Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Those Hands.

Those Hands,
never let me go.

Those Hands,
help pull myself up when I fall.

Those Hands,
guide me through the unknown road.

Those Hands,
hold me when I need reassurance.

Those Hands,
comfort me when I lose myself.

Those Hands,
rests on my shoulders when I'm in doubt.

Those Hands,
are around me when I need a friend.

Those Hands,
point to me the path I need to take.

Those Hands,
taps gently on mine when I lose myself.

All through my moments of joy and grief,
All through moments of confidence and doubt,
All through my moments of peace and anxiety;
those Hands are there; never letting go.

At times I don't hold back those Hands
but never have those Hands left mine.
For that, I kiss those Hands, the Hands which has been pierced for me.

Amen.

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