Edyth E. Ashcraft
Precious Hand - Poem by Edyth E. Ashcraft
When God reached out and touched me,
So gently with His Hand.
It made my troubles seem so small,
Just like a grain of sand.
I thank Thee God for touching me,
And now I understand.
My life has been much brighter.
Since I felt your precious Hand.
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