Jesus' hands are very soft,
They are as gentle as can be,
Jesus holds me in His hands,
Because He surely does love me.

He shows me all the time,
Just how much He cares,
I am just a small child,
But He hears my prayers.

I ask Him to protect me,
I talk to Jesus at night,
When I start to go to bed,
I'm wrapped in Jesus' love tight.

He stays with me in the darkness,
Oh He is there all during the day,
No matter where I happen to go,
Jesus is there each step of the way.

This Christmas Eve it was raining,
We were coming back home,
Mommie, Daddy, Jesus and me,
You see we were not alone.

The road had water running down,
The car hydroplaned just then,
We rolled into a drainage ditch,
Upside down, but unhurt, Amen.

I saw Jesus there that night,
He was wearing blue,
I told Mommie and Daddy,
His hands held me too.

I'm a child but I love Jesus,
And Jesus loves me so much,
He takes very good care of me,
Do you want to feel His touch?

Gayle Davis ©
01 January 2007
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