
Loving Hands
Standing all alone one night
I felt nobody cared.
My mind was deeply troubled
and my heart was in despair.
Life seemed so cold and lonely
as I walked its rugged path,
so deeply troubled I became
that it was hard to laugh.
Then one day I met a Friend
with gentle, loving eyes.
His voice so softly spoken
that I began to cry.
He said He understood my pain
cause He’d been there before.
He told me of His precious love
and the lonely cross He bore.
He stretched forth His nail-scarred hands
and brushed away my tears.
My broken heart He mended
and cast out all my fears.
He placed His hands upon my head
and healed my troubled mind.
He swept away the darkness
and gave me peace sublime.
My heart is no longer lonely,
my mind is no longer in pain.
Life is so much brighter
for I am no longer the same.
I now have a Friend who loves me
and takes me just as I am.
No matter how often I trip and fall,
He stretches forth His loving hands.
Sandi Staton
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So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.
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