Poetry, Spirituality
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Sunny Sunday Poetry ~ In Your Hands


Dear God,

My heart is in Your hands,

It’s not big like the vast lands,

But can be full of love that truly stands,

And Your Word—it accepts and understands,

Like lovely music played by bands,

Please keep its dreams numerous like sands,

Because they are safest in Your hands.

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