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Tiny FingersOh the innocent sweet sweet touch - Tiny fingers – so soft – so small Holding potential yet still undreamed, That gentle grasp – no fear of fight or fall. Little fingers – Agents for worldwide change, Peace on earth – that touch our hearts desire; The globe painted with tiny finger strokes, A rainbow of fingers, gentle, pure and small. Little fingers – dancing with hope and joy, Heart's music – measured with generosity, A flood of love washing mankind clean, Little fingers – love enhanced by humility. Tiny fingers – once twirled the night sky, Little fingers – spinning galaxies abroad, Little hands that spread nights sparkling glory, Mary's baby – King of kings, Lord of Lords. Sweet young Mary laboured that long cold night, Then kissed and held those hands in hers, Holy God, now dwelling with sinful man, Emmanuel – creator of the universe. Tiny fingers - bringing sight to the blind, Tiny fingers – once nailed to Calvary's Cross, Tiny fingers – reaching out today to you, Jesus, Messiah - there is peace in his touch. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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