dd showed this to me a day o two ago, she had gone to a party where they tie dyed and the dye had gotten all over her fingers and washed off but stayed in the holes her poker makes, not for long but it was sad to see how may there were =( There are things I can't control, things I won't understand But I know I can trust myself in His hands All I can do i my best, and sit and look at all the rest what is left undone and can only be done by one. When I grow tied of the holes in my hands, When I feel that I have no like friends, I know His holes are bigger than mine, His scars are that much deeper He in his glory and me in my filth, I am so his weaker When I can go no longer, my fingers cry out in pain. He is the one that keeps me sain. When I feel I serched all man kind and found no one with hands like mine There is him, the holes in His hands I will feel, The ones in mine, He will heal. THis is the girl who said to a missonary, "I believe that God will heal me I just don't know if it will be on this earth or when I get to heaven"