Thy Bitter Hands Are Heal
Gold hands of kings shall rule the world
Bold hands of heroes shall slay the giants
Old hands of time shall pass the seasons
Cold hands of steel shall till the earth
The hands of God shall guide thee
Unto a heart of stone, He whispered
His sweet words penetrate thy soul
Embrace His love and mercy
Thy bitter hands are healed
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2006
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