HANDS OF A MAN
Divine hands shape, sculpt the future
Those same hands shaped the past;
One formed with the dust of the earth
The other, with beauty followed.
A man works with the strength of his hands
The mind’s control,
Struggles in the world to make a living
To provide for his needs, and his family’s.
Sweat pours down, the sun impartial
Self-disciplined, stretch even more
The heart yearns, the soul longs for deepest satisfaction
For an illusive rest, a lasting peace.
One life takes shape
Food and clothing,
A house, a place to lay their heads
And satisfaction slowly follows
At times gladness wells up,
Contentment finally settles;
He does not involve himself with great matters.
Or things too wonderful for him as written in God’s Book.
The man who works with his hands
Looks calmly to heaven and the future
Finds peace in honest simplicity,
Discovers a secret, quiet place within
True strength to be found standing,
At the very end.