Poetry: His Hands

His hands created me
They knitted my innermost being
Before wonder struck this heart

His hands held me
They healed my hurt
Without ever saying a word

His hands were strong
Lifting me up when I couldn’t see
The great love He shed for me

His hands saved me
Bore once on a tree
Crushed, to save my soul

His hands welcomed me
“My child, you are safe now”
Embracing me on the edge of eternity.

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