His Hands

Note:This is a Religous Poem

My life is not the easiest one
Then again whose is
There are so many trials in my life
Sometimes I don't think I can go on
It is to hard
It gets complicated
So complicated I just break down
Then I go searching fo the meaning
The meaning of life
I wonder if life has a meaning
Then I get the feeling to stop
Stop and pray
Praying
The communication between people and God
I ask for things to be better
Then hard times are lifted
And I see his hand working in my life
Turning things around
Helping me turn around
Turn around to get back on the path
The path so I can find my way
Find my way back to him someday
His Hand guides me but does not do things for me
Then I realize we are his hands
We do the work for the Lord
The work he can't do on this earth
He can do all things
But we are here
Here to be his hands
His hands are there to help me in my life
I am greatful to see his hands in my life
As well as I am to be his hands
To help this earth
To hel his gospel spread
Spread throughout the earth
Everytime I am being used as his hands
My testimony grows
My life is full of complicated things
But whose isn't
There are so many trails
But beacsue of his hands
I would never wish to take any of it back
He helps me grow
He gives me my trails
So my weak self can become strong
He helps me everyday
Helps me with his hands

Authors note:
Ok this is my favorite poem I have ever written. It is my testimony of the gospel. I hope you like it