Touch By His Hands
My world was touched
by His healing hands, and
its loneliness was chased
away.
Into my world came such
spiritual happiness, and
much more, a deep need
for His love to always stay
He taught me to love
my fellow humans, and
to love His Father first
of all.
He promised me if I
would do all these things,
never hard would be
my fall.
He filled my heart with
an all believing faith,
that He promised I would
always keep
He told me never to
doubt again, for He
would always be on
call for me
He gave to me sweet
treasures, that with
others He allowed me
to daily share
And He promised that
even when I would
sleep, that He would
always be so very near.
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013
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