Savior's Hands

by Heather - Taurus

Silent wonder
Capturing creation
Dissolving my fears and 
Tasting life while
Feeling grace -
The sunshine of heaven
Praying like a child
Praying like a 
Child and reaching out
Grasping the Savior's hand.

He overcame the gap
Basking in his love and
Ever-present glory
He's filling me up
He's filling me
Up while I'm reaching out
Grasping the Saviour's hands

And He is molding me
And loving while 
Picking up these broken
Peices - mercy, oh His
Mercy molds me.

Reason for writing:

    It was the feeling I got while metaphorically reaching out to grasp God's hands.    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 1999-07-09 13:00:17
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:14
Poem ID: 52855

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