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A thought to keep in mind

 

This helping hand

 

 

Hope is the rock upon which faith does stand.

Through all land it gives a helping hand.

For in faith beams a light so grand.

 

Upon which I do stand through out and within my land.

Hope is not impossible, hope does not sink in the sand.

For in this light so grand live a helping hand.

 

All it ask is for you to understand.

To live and share all that is at hand.

For in this light so grand He surly understands.

 

For His hand is mighty, His hand is grand.

And He speaks to all through out all lands.

To love all the people, to love all lands.

 

Upon hope! faith does build a stand.

Upon which all the faithful can stand.

For around all other rocks no light does shine so grand.

 

For Holy is this helping hand.

For He knows you and does understand.

But faith alone can not make atones.

 

Though alone you may stand.

Your actions He will understand.

Within the light you will feel so grand. 

 

For merciful is.

 

"This helping hand"

©   5/11/04                   Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs

 

 

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