The same hands that shaped this earth
Are the ones that formed me.
These hands held mine when I feared
And held me above the overwhelming flood.
These hands beckoned me to open arms
And clasped me tightly.
These hands guided me when I was
blind
And kept me on the path of righteousness.
These hands held us together
When we were falling apart.
These hands have touched
Do touch, and will always touch my life.
What hands are they?
They are the hands of God.
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