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Open Hands

Even if there is nothing still, reaching out because all I am is two handfuls of heart I try living with open hands please Lord, hold my hand make of me a bridge for those that may not understand maybe even a beacon for many that don't know where they stand unable to see where they're going- suspended, uncertainly searching for land I get it I've fallen so many times, but what I feared most- was trying to land eyes of the wounded speak disbelieving someone could understand but I understand God, give me patience and open my hands

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