In My Hands
Standing by the barren sea...
out stretched hands make it free...
A city in his grasp held by a figure
higher and wiser then me...
The future not scribed in stone...
With these powerful hands we will
never be alone...A glassy surface
reflects our land.. Always safe and
protected by God's hand...
contest entry...Carolyn"s
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