These hands

These hands have been,in the dirt.
These hands always, put to work.
They have been wet,from the rain.
They've felt love, joy and pain.
Why do the hurt, from all the cuts.
Why are they tense, and ball right up.
Sometimes their ruff,sometimes their ferm.
Sometimes they break,twist or turn.
Why must they bleed, so much blood.
Stitched with nothing, but only mudd.
All these things, they've been through.
Lord here they are, just for you.
I'm just a guy, yes just a man.
Here's my life, just take my hand.
Here's my mind, and here's my heart.
You are my light, in the dark.
Take my hand, and leed the way.
Your words of truth, my mind they stay.
Your water is free, you will not sell.
And Ill never thirst, thanks to your well.

Thank you lord. Thank you for allowing me to work. Thank you for giving me my needs lord. Through the ups and downs I thank you. Please help others to be able to work or to help them with their needs lord. I thank and praise you lord, in Jesus's name, amen