CHRIST'S  HAND

CHRIST'S HAND
I was frail and my eyes full of tears,
and l turned my red eyes from the land.
He looked down at my soul, my raised eyes
and came down, stretching forth His strong hand.

Crippled down, l stood up from my seat,
full of life that l yearned to obtain.
All what my thirsty soul wished to have
from His hand, like that blind, l could gain.

Life was what He could give my poor soul.
It fulfilled all my dreams of delight.
I found hope and the rest that l lacked,
clear and pure to my eyes and my heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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