IN HIS HANDS
In his hands...
A paint brush will release
From an empty canvas,
A masterpiece.
In his hands...
The bow of the the violin
Will make sweet music
For each friend.
In his hands...
With a simple wand
A conductor brings
Alive a song.
In His hands...
My Savior holds
My soul and heart
He forever molds.
In His hands...
You will see
Is the safest place
You'll ever be!
Freda Fullerton
July 3, 2014
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