In a tiny hand
I carry His word,
painting the picture
for those who've not heard.
With a tiny foot
I follow His will,
reaching out
to the tinier still.
This tiny soul
will fly away far,
where kin can't arrive
driving by car.
This tiny courage
might tremble and sweat
when trouble sways it
to a path of regret.
But I never knew
what a tiny hand
could do,
when the love of the Lord
was passing through.
When this tiny hand
was forming a fist,
the Prince of peace
had each finger kissed.
This tiny heart
was humbled to shame
when a Hand far greater
took all its blame.
The world had not a clue
what a tiny hand
could do
when the Spirit holy
made it new.
If this tiny hand
could hold onto yours
we could lay down
our pistols, divisions, and wars.
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