Wednesday, May 19, 2010

My Empty Hands Filled With Yours

A dirty face
clothes that were torn
a ragged visage
a frown well worn

My hands were empty
I had nothing to bring
nothing of value
to give to a King

nothing but a tattered,
broken version of me
I showed my empty hands
"Nothing, you see."

Then placing His
hands in mine
"This is what I
wanted the whole time."

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