is it weird to want to hold your hand so badly?
big, warm hands.
they remind me of so many things.

these hands he made,
for love, not hate.

these hands he made,
to act not wait;

these hands could save us from a cruel fate.

these hands he made,
can dry your tears;

these hands he made,
can calm your fears

these hands could reach across two thousand years.

hands, reaching out to me;
hands, reaching to be free.

hands, shouldn't be alone;
hands together, love is sown.

these hands he made,
to join in prayer;

theses hands he made,
to show he care;

these hands can build our dreams if we dare.

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IJ song. once an IJ, always an IJ girl.