Timelessone
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They Are Not Special
These hands are not special
They have no power to heal
The strength they have is mine
But at times they are used by God
They perform my daily tasks
For days and even weeks
But when the time is right
The Spirit begins to call
And then the blind can see
The lame can walk again
The sick become well
And demons into darkness flee
Sometimes many are touched
Other times only a few
The Spirit knows every need
Knows just where to go
But as the Spirit touched them
I knew it was Him not me
For these hands are not special
They have no power to heal
Written March 2018. Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
These hands are not special
They have no power to heal
The strength they have is mine
But at times they are used by God
They perform my daily tasks
For days and even weeks
But when the time is right
The Spirit begins to call
And then the blind can see
The lame can walk again
The sick become well
And demons into darkness flee
Sometimes many are touched
Other times only a few
The Spirit knows every need
Knows just where to go
But as the Spirit touched them
I knew it was Him not me
For these hands are not special
They have no power to heal
Written March 2018. Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.