Poem January 1, 2000 Issue

My Hands And You

Once, my soul
through gloomy roads was walking.

“My God! Where are you?” I asked,
lifting up my longing eyes.

An absolute silence was the answer.
But, support and comfort I received,
Oh Lord, by a thousand hands around me.

Several years have passed by
since my question was replied to,
And I know those ready hands
were Yours, in fact — providing
love and care.

Since then, it is I who, with willing hand,
rush to support my friends,
knowing that among the great riches You provide,
My hands, Oh Lord, are also given.

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