On the Hands of Love
J-ust let the loving hands
O-f God hold you tight;
S-un seventeenth of March
H-as eliminated the night.
M-orning glory Friday
I-s filling the space in your heart;
N-o more hate and anger,
E-ven the frown and grudge depart.
T-ry to reach the arms
O-f the one Father above;
T-he only way to be glad is
O-n the hands of
L-ove.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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