A Poem

By Elizabeth Truant on April 30, 2024

My Hand

Out of the dust You created me
So shall my body praise You
Working in unity with my Creator
I will go beyond myself
To praise You and serve Humanity
Working side by side with companions
Seeking to bring life and hope
To the needy, lonely and desolate
Being stretched beyond my comfort zone
Will in eternity be my desire and prayer.

 

 

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