Grayed hair.
Upon his head.
Hands.
Wrinkled.
From years of hard labour.
Which gave him joy.

For his daughter in need.
He labours in love.
With brush and paint.
Nail and hammer.
Wood and saw.
He fixes what was warped.
And in need of repair.
He longs to fix her wounded heart.
But knows he can't.
So he commits her into the hands
of the Master Builder.
Who fixes broken souls.

He does what he can.
For his daughter in need.

With grayed hair upon his head.
He labours in love.
With brush and paint.
Nail and hammer.
Wood and saw.
With his work-weary.
Wrinkled hands.
With his hands.
Of love.