Hands If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that were all OK And not to worry cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I wont be made useless I wont be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know But theyre not yours, they are my own But theyre not yours, they are my own And I am never broken Poverty stole your golden shoes It didnt steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasnt ever after Well fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for whats right Cause where theres a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But theyre not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters I will get down on my knees, and I will pray We are never broken We are Gods eyes Gods hands Gods mind https://youtube/watch?v=tB24d--KzAs
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 16:26:04 +0000
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