His Hand Poem by Chris Tiganescu
His Hand
I feel touched by his holy
hand, his greatness rushes
over me, a world full divine
angles is under his graceful
reign, he waves his weary
hand over this sin-filled
world, lord help me hold on,
in his hands i shal remain safe,
with his divine grace, this
world shall reach heavenly
places, lord pray to thee,
to break the pain of this night,
and rest my weary, tearfilled
eyes.
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