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HANDS THAT CRADLE TIME
 
The hands that comfort, heal and care,
Make life worth living...everywhere.
By reaching to the heart of all...
They're always present when you call.

Sweet make belief and fairy tales,
With happy stories ending well...
Just only can they imitate,
The One whose fingers can create.

Those hands were nailed upon a tree,
To take the sins of you...and me.
Strong hands made weak by His own will,
Are made with love our hearts to fill.

So please imagine if you can,
Just who designed the heart of man.
Those hands that cradle time and space
Removing guilt...without a trace.
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Written 2017

By MissSharon

© 2018 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Help us to know our Maker. (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Help us to know our Maker. (challenge has been closed)


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