My hands,
They have done much,
They are very small,
That much I know.
My hands,
Have helped others,
They could move mountains,
Or fight a battle,
With a pen,
Or a spear.
My hands,
They are my own,
They're not yours,
But you may use them,
For I will help you when you need it.
For I am not broken,
I will ask for help,
For my hands are small,
And I will not be afraid.
Not afraid of anything.
You should not be either,
For you have hands to carry and support you,
Mine,
Yours,
And many others,
And of course...
God's hands...