Saturday, March 10, 2012

Touch

A poem by Bud, an inmate-member 
  of New Life Prison Community












Lord guide my feet to step into
The foot prints that are there
Of a man who made them long ago
Who Loves and cares.


Let my fingers touch His hands
As He reaches out to me
So I may feel the Love He has
The way it's meant to be.


Please let us not forget my eyes
So I may gaze upon His face
I'll always know that He'll be there
And never be replaced.


With all of this, all I need
Is to ask Him in my life
Please forgive me all my sins
My Savior Jesus Christ.



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