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| Hands Thank you Lord for dirty hands That touch my stove and fridge; For sticky little fingers that Try to build a bridge. For careless hands that go astray In search of something new; For hands to hold and show the way As mothers often do. For precious little hands in which Great faith so abounds; For silly little hands that reach To touch a mother's frown. And thank you for Your guiding hand That leads me to the light; That lifts me when I stumble And points me to the right. As little hands reach out to me To show them what to do, I'm steadied, reassured and loved As I reach up to You. |
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