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Formed in your mother’s womb, these precious hands, which have been scraped, bent, worn down, and maybe even broken, are yet perfect in the Divine’s eyes.

Bless these hands, for they bring comfort to those so in need of comforting.
Bless these hands, for they nurture and care for those unable to care for themselves.
Bless these hands, for they are skilled in ways even they know not of.
Bless these hands, for even in the darkest of nights, they shine like a beacon of hope.
Bless these hands, for the very sight of them can be an answered prayer.

I wash them in rose water, sweet smelling and therapeutic, for these hands are a blessing to us all.

Amen.

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