Poems of Lighthouse Bob

God's Hands #133



Whose hands are these I think you know
The Good they do and Love they show
As you are Loved and touched by Grace
When Light's warm fingers brush your face
With Spirit's blush and afterglow
Whose hands are these I think you know
The World they touch with Loving Care
Like summer's breeze wisps through the air
And warms your heart and wayward soul
These hands reach out to take control
To till the ground that seeds may grow
Whose hands are these I think you know
That nourish Love upon the Earth
Caressing Peace in each new birth
As they are born bone of GOD's bone
Whose hands are these they are your own.

-Lighthouse Bob




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God`s Hands #133

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