What are hands made for?
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Dear God, I am a child that still holds innocence within the pupil of my eyes; I guess you know my voice by now, for I cried out to you many nites; But my mother and I are still in the same situation, dealing with my father's abusive ways; And my mom said that this situation that we're in is almost impossible to escape; But whenever he's drunk, I start to question why do he choose to raise his hand to me; And he said, because he loves me and thru hitting me, he will raise me into the man I need to be; And God became concerned and said " My child, I love you more than anyone loves you, that's why I'm the one you're running to; But even my hands, I choose to to help you with, that's why I use test and trials to punish you; And you did not choose to be abused, for this much is true; Even I your father, give you choices that I leave up to you to do; I left your dad in charge to be the caregiver and provider and he disobeyed my plan; And Yes, abusing you to make you what he wanted you to be, made him only half a man; But trust in me with your whole heart my child, an never stop; For I will deliver you, and thru love and guidance, I will make you into a man of God; And I will shower down my blessings upon you, for you know where your help cometh from; And I will use you to show your father, how through God, how much of a strong and righteous man you will become; For I will never use my hands in anyway to ever cause you pain; Because I suffered pain through the nails pierced within MY hands to save you in Jesus name; But if you should go astray, know my child, that a storm is my way of scolding you; And even when you shed tears through my discipline, Am I not the one holding you?... I love you even when you do wrong, and this is my way of showing you; And what are my hands made for, you began to say to me; My hands are used to guide you, and your hands were made to worship and pray to me; And are used to love and should not once in any form be used for harm; For I handed you my life, and reached out my hands to invite you to my open arms..."
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