Skin’s so soft, I’m feeling fine bones.
Clenching tightly, I grasp on to hold.
This physical manifestation of what lies beneath
is strength that holds me up, when I can’t seem to breathe.
This hand offers softness in its effort to comfort
smooths over my soul, while giving me support.
I need His grace, mercy, hope and forgiveness
each and every day of my life – if I hope to last.
I need this hand of the lamb as I walk my daily path,
til the day when a hug will take the place of the hand.
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