Hands
You promised that you’d catch me
You’d never let me fall
You said you’d hold me and never let go
You’d be there through it all
You lied
You slipped
I was torn from my world of bliss
Tumbling through the sky
I hit the ground
It hurt
I broke
I cried
The pain kept me still
I couldn’t move, couldn’t rise
And then hands appeared
So many hands
Hands of healing
Hands of love
Hands of my family
My friends
My Savior above
Hands piece me together
One stitch at a time
Hands lift me up
And they help me to fly
Hands you said would be there
I guess you didn’t lie
You knew they’d be there
They were there the whole time
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