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
God`s Hands #133