Jesus'
hands
are
very
soft,
They
are
as
gentle
as
can
be,
Jesus
holds
me
in
His
hands,
Because
He
surely
does
love
me.
He
shows
me
all
the
time,
Just
how
much
He
cares,
I
am
just
a
small
child,
But
He
hears
my
prayers.
I
ask
Him
to
protect
me,
I
talk
to
Jesus
at
night,
When
I
start
to
go
to
bed,
I'm
wrapped
in
Jesus'
love
tight.
He
stays
with
me
in
the
darkness,
Oh
He
is
there
all
during
the
day,
No
matter
where
I
happen
to
go,
Jesus
is
there
each
step
of
the
way.
This
Christmas
Eve
it
was
raining,
We
were
coming
back
home,
Mommie,
Daddy,
Jesus
and
me,
You
see
we
were
not
alone.
The
road
had
water
running
down,
The
car
hydroplaned
just
then,
We
rolled
into
a
drainage
ditch,
Upside
down,
but
unhurt,
Amen.
I
saw
Jesus
there
that
night,
He
was
wearing
blue,
I
told
Mommie
and
Daddy,
His
hands
held
me
too.
I'm
a
child
but
I
love
Jesus,
And
Jesus
loves
me
so
much,
He
takes
very
good
care
of
me,
Do
you
want
to
feel
His
touch?
Gayle
Davis
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January
2007
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