Sandra E. Myers
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Hands And Feet
Little hands and little feet, He's crying for His mother
Come to Him and hold Him tight, for there will never be Another.
Growing hands and growing feet, busy working for His Father
Teaching in the temple, telling of the living water.
Working hands and working feet, going to and fro.
Telling others of God's love, of which they did not know
Nail pierced hands and nail pierced feet, blood is pouring down,
The cries of pain and anguish are nowhere to be found
The hands, the feet, the pain He has inside
He's crying out for mercy, mercy for you and I