Holy Hands Poem by SHYNI STEFFI
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Holy Hands
Rating: ★5.0
He is so pure
His holy hands made me cure
I ran towards the grave
His holy hands raised this slave
My eyes were filled with tears
His holy hands wiped all these years
When i was about to hold his hands
I saw the wound on both his hands
And cried with great love
A minute later i recalled
About the holy hands of Christ
Nailed in the holy cross
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5/9/2024 7:24:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A sublime start with a nice poem, Shyni. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.