The Hands That Touched My Soul
My life, music to my spirit,
Because of The hands that touched my soul
Life around me, seemingly unaware of its purpose
Is running in the same direction, but in circles
I find myself running, as always, in the opposite direction
Not mainly because I know my purpose
But because of The hands that touched my soul
The challenge of life is living it
The beauty of challenge is the reward
And all we have to do is listen
To the sound of life
And feel The hands that touch your soul ...
Copyright © Teodora Martin | Year Posted 2007
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