hands

Languidly my hands relax
repose in a quiet place
When instead they should be
reaching out to guide to grace

Nervously my hands unfold
and clench back into fists
So concerned just with myself
though I'm in angels' midst

Willfully my hands reach out
so heavy in the night
I need help, as Moses did
to raise them towards the light

Desperately my hands now search
for ways to bring the truth
While other hands are busy trying
to destroy Your proof

Achingly my hands just want
a break from serving You
So give me strength to not give up
show my hands what to do

Trustingly and peacefully
my hands in prayer fold
Take this moment, take this day
Your glory to behold.