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With These Hands©Every man,woman and child born can have mountains moved in their path, from late at night to early morn the almighty one is their on our behalf. You must have faith to get by if sometimes by life you are beguiled, just look up into the sky he never forsakes his child. His hands are always there you can feel the touch, when life to you is unfair they comfort oh so much. Afterall he created the world we live in and he died so that we could be, he forgave our every sin only thinking of you and me. With every move you make keep him in your heart to stay, cause every breath you take is because he died that day. And when your dying breath is nigh let praise be on your tongue, no need to ask why the thankful you're among! Copyright©2011~S@L Download Music | Free World Music music at EZ-Tracks.com Vote for this poem |
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