Just me
Two little hands
That I direct unplanned
These hands
I can see, can danceOn the keys and make melodies
As praises to You
These hands,
Write wordsAnd draw with the expression of the
Things of my heart
These hands are used
To express this compassionThrough a touch
And Love through contact
But sometimes these hands
Do not work as I plan
These hands shake and stall
To the point that they cannot
move at all
This desire to use my hands
To make the music of Your voiceAnd write the words of Your song
Was placed in me by You
This cannot be Your plan
These sometimes immovable handsThe expression of my hands
Are contracted and confined
Why must I sacrifice
This that I love and thatWhich was given to me
To use for Your glory?
You are glorified by my hands
My desire to speak through these
hands
Is Your planAnd this waltz they dance is my Love for You
I speak through my hands
These sometime immovable hands
Why must I be taught through
these hands too?Why must You temporarily take away the movement of my hands?
Yet this is how You speak to me
Through these sometime immovable
handsYou gently urge me to listen
When I cannot move my hands
Instead of me playing and focusing
on Your melody,
You allow me to listen to the
harmonyAnd smile to the rhythm
When I cannot move my hands
You allocate these immoveable
hands
For the purpose of my turn to
listenI need not always be the one to speak
But I also need to listen; to learn
I feel through my hands and
comfort those
Who need it, but You allow me to
be
Comforted and held by another
When I cannot direct these
immovable hands
What I have learned
Through my sometimes immovable
hands
Is they are not only my hands
They are Your hands that You gave
Your glory is not only through
What I speak through my hands
Your glory is ever shining
Even when they are immovable
I look down and see
Not just me, not just two little
hands
But Your hand moving and
purposing
Ever still through my immovable hands
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