Many hands have clasped mine in theirs
Like tenants of a room they have come and gone
Taking with them my eagerness to forgive and let go
And my faith to be healed again
You have brought it all back in one clasp
I have read the unspoken message in your warmth
And you can feel my trust in your grip
By the way my hand has locked into yours
Where have you been?
If these hands had met yours earlier
They wouldn’t have known scars
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