HANDS THAT CRADLE TIMEA Poem by Miss Sharon HANDS THAT CRADLE TIME
The hands that comfort, heal and care, Make life worth living...everywhere. By reaching to the heart of all... They're always present when you call. Sweet make belief and fairy tales, With happy stories ending well... Just only can they imitate, The One whose fingers can create. Those hands were nailed upon a tree, To take the sins of you...and me. Strong hands made weak by His own will, Are made with love our hearts to fill. So please imagine if you can, Just who designed the heart of man. Those hands that cradle time and space Removing guilt...without a trace. ~~~ © 2017 Miss SharonFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on January 8, 2017 Last Updated on January 17, 2017 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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