by Mr. James D. Smith

Hands express many things...
Sorrow, gladness, fear.
Hands can push someone away,
Or hold them very near.

Hands create beautiful things...
And some hands can destroy.
Hands can spank a naughty child
Or mend his broken toy.

But there's another use for hands...
Which everyone can afford.
And that is when you reach out and say,
"Take my hand, please, Lord".

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