By Bary Bennett
With these hands I've offered comfort
With these hands I've given pain
With these hands I've helped my neighbor
With these hands I've eased their strain
With these hands I've fought your battles
With these hands I've fought through mine
With these hands I've fed the hungry
With these hands I've helped light shine
With these hands I've healed divisions
With these hands I say my grace
With these hands I reach toward heaven
With these hands I touch Gods face
With these hands I offer friendship
With these hands I draw your gaze
With these hands I keep my distance
With these hands I give God praise
very cool connie! thanks for the post!....bary
ReplyDeleteVery cool poem, bary. Thanks for letting me share it!
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