Fair Are Thy Hands
Fair are thy hands that hold my heart.
Genteel are they; delicate like the rose.
Days afore thee, this soul tarried in the dark.
Sorely abused; affliction inmost unknown.
Cauldrons black iron over open flame.
This my heart boiled in shadows of shame.
Prayers lifted from depths to the most high.
Supplications answered always in His time.
Second chances are given unto a new start.
Oh fair are thy hands that hold my heart…
J. Allen Wilson © 8/2007
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Had you never experienced it, J Allen, you could have never put this together so magnificiently!
God, will always be found in those "Fair Are Thy Hands"
SO enjoyed this~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
ness