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More poems about Saviour.
IN HIS HANDS AT
CHRISTMAS
Now that Christmas is coming what will I be
in His hands today?
An instrument to more eagerly serve others
along life’s way?
Will the hustle and bustle of my busy Christmas
rushing around
Hide me from all those who need me, no needy
sought and found.
There maybe some one who lives close by that needs
a kind word
Or my voice singing a carol that really needs today
to be heard,
How bright are my Christmas lights not only on
the pretty tree
But the light of the gospel that can shine from
within me.
I want to be His hands at this Christmas season
we all love,
So let us go out, let Him use our hands to shower
blessing from above.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 November 2005