The hands that first held me

Were the first to sting my face

Held me up in the air with joy

Also showed me my place

Hands that lay on my head in blessing

Also ripped my clothes and left a mark

Showed me God in the light of day

And the devil after dark

The hands that carried me up in victory

Cast the first stone in defeat

Patted me on the back one day

Dragged me through mud when beat

The hand held out in friendship

So warm and bold

Taught me love and acceptance

Then tossed me out into the cold

The hands that caressed me to life

Also strangled my life out

We shall see if my gratitude

Can stand taller than my doubt

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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