A hand, the Lord's for mercy
Just by its nature
Whilst tis gently persuasive
Faithless darks bores protrusive
As a love-gesture
Says what of its straining need
To be visualized!
A saving. Farthest of one
Repelled, soul likeliest won!
Held up as most prized!
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