(Oriza Martins)

 

I watching myself alone,

I re-open my heart,

Searching for much love...

I rose my thinking

To blue heaven,

I searched for Lord...

 

I felt tender touches,

Of two hands that calm,

Help, guide,

Making my soul pure...

Hands that unite in ties

In lovely cuddles...

 

A light cloak covered me!...

It was the Big Master’s hand,

Hands that suffered on cross...

My essential support,

My way, my north,

Jesus’ divine hands!