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Hands that hold
The hands that rocked the cradle and held me in my youth, were hands that without question taught me the simple truth. That though a people prosper they never can be more, than what they live believing is worth the dying for. - And those who hold tomorrow will be the one's indeed, who give their life in service to those who are in need. - The hands that rocked the cradle though they be growing old, still have within their power to shape that which they hold. That's why there is a comfort in loving hands I know, that rocked the cradle for me so many years ago. by James A. Osteen Jr.
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