Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too weak to embrace the ones I love most.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too contracted to unclasp and let go.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too heavy for anyone to hold.
Oh, how heavy these palms are.
I offer these to you with hopes that I’ll be able to deny myself,
You pry my fingers apart as you put my past on the shelf,
And I feel the grace between my nails calming my hands back into my lap.
I get so tired doing such a simple task.
All I am and all I have to bring - though I don’t know what that might be - I give to You my everything.
How I just want you to use these hands.
How I just want you to hold them.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too weak to embrace the ones I love most.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too contracted to unclasp and let go.
Sometimes I wonder if these hands are too heavy for anyone to hold.
Oh, how heavy these palms are.
I offer these to you with hopes that I’ll be able to deny myself,
You pry my fingers apart as you put my past on the shelf,
And I feel the grace between my nails calming my hands back into my lap.
I get so tired doing such a simple task.
All I am and all I have to bring - though I don’t know what that might be - I give to You my everything.
How I just want you to use these hands.
How I just want you to hold them.
