He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Loving Hands

Loving Hands

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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He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

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