REACHING
A hand is there
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I was down and felt so alone,
When a hand reached out to me.
Through helplessness and many tears,
I was blind and didn’t see.
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I didn’t reach to grab that hand –
Falling into such despair,
Not recognizing anything –
Didn’t know that it was there.
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I stumbled and it helped me up,
Then gently wiped my tears.
No matter what I ever did,
It was there throughout the years.
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It helped to lead me safely from
Many problems that I’d meet.
It gave me strength to face my foes
And stand on my own feet.
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I always will appreciate
What I’ve grown on to depend –
It’s the loving hand of friendship
Reaching out from my best friend.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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The Hand of God is always there whether we see or not that is what I got from this creation.
Powerful lines, brilliant
I can relate to feeling this way-that helping hand that gets you through the day
Your final lines soothed me in a good manner.