hands of gold turning pages of scripture
breaks the mold of sinyou envision the picture hands that smothered meto the road of recoveryin order to lead my brothers away from the slaughter jaws of shame, to live righteous without blamethe hands of purity, walking the earthwith unsuretyhands that keep curing me ofmy insecurities the hands that fold, guiding me ina world so coldKing James is where her hands laborrkeeps me intact with my saviorthe loving creator her hands that helped me find my wayand her hands. that continually still pray today
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Her Praying Hands(Mama)hands of gold turning pages of scripture breaks the mold of sinyou envision the picture hands that smothered meto the road of recoveryin order to lead my brothers away from the slaughter jaws of shame, to live righteous without blamethe hands of purity, walking the earthwith unsuretyhands that keep curing me ofmy insecurities the hands that fold, guiding me ina world so coldKing James is where her hands laborrkeeps me intact with my saviorthe loving creator her hands that helped me find my wayand her hands. that continually still pray today |