Holding Hands Poem by Shannon Dodson
Holding Hands
In lacing of our hands
I see where Jesus stands –
In between our thumbs,
His friends, the crooks and bums.
Enfolding of our palms
Relates the deepest psalms,
Fingers crossed and held
While music rose and swelled.
I pray to Him above,
But His sweetest love
Is felt when you and I
Are looking to the sky –
With your hands in mine,
God is in each line;
For He feels closer, too,
When I am holding you.
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