Graven hands held my sin. Beaten and hung with other men. Graven in flesh was my pain. Beaten and hung with those who slain. Hands graven with God’s sorrow, Beaten and hung for hope’s tomorrow. Graven hands were hung and beaten. Graven hands changed me with in.
Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.
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