Friday, November 5, 2004

A song for the "Hands" post

By Jewel

Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be, we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wastful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for whats right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees and, I will pray

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own

And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are...God's eyes
We are...God's hands
We are...God's mind
We are
We are...reflections of God....

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