In Your Hands
Callous laden, they pain each day
Seeking relief seems like always
They grasp at straws instead of one
Who holds special, you he calls son
Daughters too, whose hands do need
A healing touch that life impedes
That wears one down and drowns daylight
Where darkness claws in you no fight
Simple cure but blind frustration
Covers your life's determination
Too long, too late, is what you say
Confused you are but should not stay
The day to day routine endless
A change for good calls for wellness
But you don't open up your heart
For Christ to heal whats torn apart
In your hands you hold the keys
That shed Gods light, that sets souls free
All you need do is ask him to
Remove, revive whats left of you
In your hands he's tried to hold
Is you that runs, your ravaged soul
That needs a cure, that special pill
Made By God, who cures all ills
No additives or preservatives , Just 100% Christ!
After all, who do you think has the whole world in his hands
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