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When my heart aches all through the night
I wake to your tender hands holding my soul.
The love in your hands seems to always take control.
The pain sometimes just wakes me in my sleep
But when I wake your tender hands are there
To keep me warm as I weep.
I long for your touch deep in my soul
Your tender hands always makes me whole.
To bare this pain I can stand
Because your always there with your tender hands.
No one around me seems to understand
That the touch of your hands is all I need
To deal with all this pain, all this sorrow it causes.
So when I sleep, hold me with your tender hands.
When I weep keep your tender hands in reach.
Hold me Jesus set me free.
Written by Betty Bolden
Jesus is my joy ministries