Fill these empty hands with Your purpose Lord.
These fists were clenched, knuckles white.
Lift them high so I won’t lose this fight.
Because you’re on my side.
You’re here fighting for me even yet.
Holding my hands up and steady ’til sunset.
The life and poetry of a traveling girl
Fill these empty hands with Your purpose Lord.
These fists were clenched, knuckles white.
Lift them high so I won’t lose this fight.
Because you’re on my side.
You’re here fighting for me even yet.
Holding my hands up and steady ’til sunset.
beautiful poem
beautiful