Tender hands

It was within their tender hands my heart was left.

Love by love, piece by piece in every one a gracious gift.

Eupnea carried with each gentle breeze moving a dying pen.

Endings may be forgotten but their mercy will never be forsaken.

A heart I gave but a better man was made by grace of tender hands.

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