Hands - Poem by Jennifer Routledge
What can I do for you?
With hands I have misused
But since Jesus came to me
My hands have made a recovery.
My hands of love I wish to use
To serve the Lord on high;
With hands to pray and praise the Lord,
And raise his name up high.
To give hands to care for others needs
In my daily walk of life,
In my work and in my leisure,
May my hands give full measure.
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