These hands of mine have paid for all the
deeds I’ve done
Every task I’ve been appointed
Every job
These hands are as hard as a farmer
Rough with hard work
Or as soft and tender as a poet
With all the beauty of life
These hands of mine have known
Hatred
Mistrust
Betrayal
These hands of mine have known
Kindness
Comfort
Caring
These hands are my best friend
As well as my worst enemy
These hands of mine have known bloodshed
They have bled for the sins in my life
They have bled for the task needing to be
finished
They are kind hands
They are rough hands
These hands of mine belong to one with a
big heart
One who will give you the shirt off his
back
These hands belong to one who can make a
hit “SMART”
Most of the time they are gentle
However sometimes they speak out
These hands of mine have paid for all the
deeds I’ve done
Or ever will do
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