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These Little Hands They were so small, so fragile then, and clutched at everything in sight these little hands that reached out for affection in the night. The dangers that approached them often called for prayers, and strength, for many times they searched unknowingly from days start into days length. Oh bless these little hands dear Lord that they may grow in stature and fold to thee in daily prayer, a flower grown in rapture. May they always know of joy, be strait forward ere to please, and should they grow in grace for thee Lord may these little hands find peace. |
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For the little ones.
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