"HANDS"

Hands

Hands that clap, and hands that work, hands that reach for God at church
Angry hands that ball a fist,
Hands that touch a face to kiss
Hands with middle fingers raised
Hands in gloves on chilly days

Hands

Hands that do not open
Symbolizing hearts left broken
Hands that turn everyone away
Hands that will not meet to pray
Hands that wipe away quite a few tears in hopes of wiping away fears….but they are still there

Hands

Hands with cracked and dead dry skin that probably need Eucerin
Tired hands with scars and pain
Hands that will not be the same
Hands that almost have no feeling
Hands that are in need of healing

Hands

Hands I plan with
Hands I fan with
Hands I asked God for a man with
Hands once lifted
Hands once gifted
Suddenly the role has shifted
Hands I fight with
Hands I write with
Sometime they are one in the same
Sometimes my hands can not keep up as thoughts invade my brain


Hands
Hands that finger paint my soul
With colors happy, sad, and cold

Hands that reach and hands that teach, and hands that speak silently
Hands that fight all day and night endorsing blows violently
Hands that heal and sooth and mend
Hands of enemies, hands of friends
Hands that grab you by the chin and tell you to keep your head to the sky like earth wind and fire
Hands that do not want their special sweetness to expire
Hands that over time grow weary
Hands preparing to retire
Hands that are still holding on in spite of pain down to the wire

Father I stretch these hands to thee
There’s no other help I know.

~~> Confection <~~

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