I laid in pieces,at the dung hill of life! Just like a doll without arms, helplessly hoping that someone would see me. Then I saw a hand with a wound brought by nails. I can't go on,please heal me? Softly he lift me up and in His eyes I saw a tear shining. He softly stroked my hand,with His hand that was pierced by nails. A Tear Fall on my cheek and I feel, His life flows through me. I know that This hand will pick me up and give me a new life.