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In His Hands
Everything is in his hands; that’s true; that doesn’t mean our hands be at rest, we have to do our part right on the cue if we do the best, then he does the rest! Our life is a gift from him to all of us How we spend it is our own doing Finding the purpose unknown to us He sure will guide upon our asking! As we get caught up in our busy life Forget the purpose, ignore direction choices we make could be a strife, only in his hands we feel protection! Created on 10/6/07 First place and Awardicon winner in Color the World contest by Sherri Gibson. the one below too with 5 stars by 4 viewers. Hidden in a cloud Hidden in a cloud, is a part of the sky, just like the self in a heart. Hidden in a cloud, a sparkle of a ray Like inspiration in an art. Hidden in a cloud cool rain showers just like butter in the cream, or like a juice in certain fruit cores as sleep hides a sweet dream. In the game of life, hide and seek Trying to discover the truth, hidden in the places hard to peek open the heart for its worth! written on 10/11/07
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