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HANDS
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
on
Sunday, 23rd October 2011 @ 02:00:43 AM in AEST
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Hands that healed,
And hands that led.
Hands that scrubbed,
And hands that bled.
Hands that held,
And beckoned come.
Hands that made
Our house a home.
Hands that cooked,
And hands that fed.
And hands that tucked us
Into bed.
Hands that folded
Into prayer.
When thanking our Lord
For His care.
Hands that now
Join Gods above.
Hands that still
Reach down in love.
Hands that someday
When I come,
Ill want to hold,
The hands of Mom.
By: Robert Edgar Burns
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2011-10-23 02:00:43]
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Re: HANDS
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by emystar on
Sunday, 23rd October 2011 @ 01:09:07 PM AEST
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Beautiful writing, friend.
Know what you mean.
blessings,
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