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Saturday, 23 August 2014

Poem: The creation


Dearest God
The creation is not mine
You made it with your
Beautiful hands

How I admire it
How I admire it

Beautiful hands
Beautiful hands

I have a nose from you
I have a heart from you

Dearest God 
The creation is not mine
You made it with your
Beautiful hands

I have a garden from you
My eyes say it all
My eyes say it all

Beautiful hands
Beautiful hands

"O" Beautiful hands
"O" Beautiful hands

You always touch my soul
You always touch my soul

"O" Beautiful hands
"O" Beautiful hands

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