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Looking upon my hands My heart sees their treasured worth Hands now bent and worn From the struggle of their work I depend upon these hands For them to do what they do I ask they a little longer hold their strength I pray Lord they see me through These hands to me have been faithful Hard work has been their task Lord keep them strong for me This of thee I ask My two hands are tired Lord I know you know their aches and pains I ask Lord if tomorrow comes to me Renew their strength again So that I might do my work As I have for so many years Useing these two hands That know not doubt or fear I know someday they will fold In eternal peace and rest That will be their reward my Lord For these hands you have blest RLB
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
My Hands
Looking upon my hands My heart sees their treasured worth Hands now bent and worn From the struggle of their work I depend upon these hands For them to do what they do I ask they a little longer hold their strength I pray Lord they see me through These hands to me have been faithful Hard work has been their task Lord keep them strong for me This of thee I ask My two hands are tired Lord I know you know their aches and pains I ask Lord if tomorrow comes to me Renew their strength again So that I might do my work As I have for so many years Useing these two hands That know not doubt or fear I know someday they will fold In eternal peace and rest That will be their reward my Lord For these hands you have blest RLB
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robert-blankenship
American
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
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