"His Hand"
by Michael Marchand

As I knelt before His body,
I was overcome with tears.
Then I felt a hand on my back,
To help me face my fears.

I looked back to see who it was,
That had laid their hand on me.
But there was no one there,
So I know it must have been He.

I was filled with His spirit,
And I knew what I must do.
He had blessed me with a gift,
To share His message of love with you.

So that is why I now write,
TO preach of the Father's love.
In hopes that maybe one day,
We'll all join Him up above.

For it was by His hands He created all,
By His hands that He mad us,
With His hands He protects us all,
And at out hands he died for us.



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