Dear hands,

Dear hands,
Be open.
Hold on
to life
until the time is right to
let it go.
Point
the way to the cross
where the
nails
drove through His wrists.
Fight
for what is right.
Gently lead
the directionless.
Comfort
the hurting.
Bring home
the lost.

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