My Hands Poem Lyrics at Dennis Penn blog

My Hands Poem Lyrics. My hands are small, i know. People used to tell me that i had beautiful hands. With these hands i crack the eggs, floss my teeth, shave my legs, write the cheques, count the fivers, make rude signs at piggish drivers, clean. Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee; Poverty stole your golden shoes. And i am never broken. My hands upon my head i’ll place, upon my shoulders, on my face, at my waist, and by my side, and then behind me they will hide. My hands upon my head i place, on my shoulders, on my face, on my hips i place them so, then bend down to touch my toe. Let the water and the blood, from thy riven side which flowed, be of sin the double. But it didn't steal your. Told me so often, in fact, that one day i started to. But they're not yours, they are my own.

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My hands upon my head i’ll place, upon my shoulders, on my face, at my waist, and by my side, and then behind me they will hide. Let the water and the blood, from thy riven side which flowed, be of sin the double. My hands upon my head i place, on my shoulders, on my face, on my hips i place them so, then bend down to touch my toe. Told me so often, in fact, that one day i started to. People used to tell me that i had beautiful hands. My hands are small, i know. But they're not yours, they are my own. And i am never broken. With these hands i crack the eggs, floss my teeth, shave my legs, write the cheques, count the fivers, make rude signs at piggish drivers, clean. But it didn't steal your.

Poems K2 I Clap With My Hands Teachific

My Hands Poem Lyrics But it didn't steal your. But it didn't steal your. Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee; My hands upon my head i’ll place, upon my shoulders, on my face, at my waist, and by my side, and then behind me they will hide. And i am never broken. My hands are small, i know. With these hands i crack the eggs, floss my teeth, shave my legs, write the cheques, count the fivers, make rude signs at piggish drivers, clean. Told me so often, in fact, that one day i started to. My hands upon my head i place, on my shoulders, on my face, on my hips i place them so, then bend down to touch my toe. Poverty stole your golden shoes. But they're not yours, they are my own. People used to tell me that i had beautiful hands. Let the water and the blood, from thy riven side which flowed, be of sin the double.

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