January 11, 20197 yr Blessed are my greasy hands, The grasp on to and hold Strong, yet can be as gentle as butterfly kisses from a child. My Hands are as my Brothers hands were, My Hands are as my Fathers hands were. God I miss their Hands, this says it as good as I could
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