~In My Hands~
Through Jesus' hands, I worship,
I look out my window and see
All that He has painted
In the flowers, birds and bees
With my hands I touch Jesus
Where the cruel nails lay
I see the blood of Jesus
I love Him, in all ways
On the Sacrificed Heart of Jesus
I ask forgiveness of my sin
Cleanse my soul of every wrong
I know He makes me new
For Jesus is my friend
With my hands I pray
"The Lord's Prayer" with my God
I ask what He will want me to do
I will tell the world of Him
And hope the people listen too
When you hold the hand of Jesus
The peace you have is true
I bow down to Jesus, in His Hand,
Is love, everlasting, new
Linda Ann Henry ©2008
The people's poet
Do you remember me
Linda11231949@aol.com
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