The Out Stretched Hand Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
The Out Stretched Hand
THE OUT STRETCHED HAND
The outstretched hand was long and
slender. In it's palm I saw the
scar.
The soft and gentle face so placid,
as I reached-it seemed
so far.
With His love, He gently clothed
me-With His mercy led
me by.
Slowly-gently, He did guide me
that my soul should never
die.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
9-14-1976
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