Number Two, January 12th, 2012

Hands To Fold

Hands in the morning
At the break of day
Hands that say more than words can say

Hands that are graceful
In their offering
Hands powerful in what they bring

Hands for the valley
Of the shadow of death
Hands for the bread in the wilderness

Hands for the highest peak
The joyful climb
Hands for jubilation in our time

Hands may you offer
Hands may you hold
Hands to the heavens
And hands to fold

Hands that are restless
Wondering what they're supposed to do
Hands searching for what's true

Hands stretching over
The blue highway
Hands will find a home someday

Hands for the shoulders
Trembling in the dark
Hands that grip and leave a mark

Hands for the cemetery
winds that blow
Hands to wave goodbye as we go

Hands may you offer
Hands may you hold
Hands to the heavens
And hands to fold