These hands have worked
They create things, they are full of joy and beauty
I see a renewed life in them
They are His of all the things to turn over to Him
to remind myself that they are His and not mine
the body is the hardest
having worldly owners since a tender age i dont even feel it's mine to give
what would you say to heal the pain
Read the Book its full of joy and beauty
will it take my anguish
when I wonder why these feelings come into play
why i can't just play a little longer
kids called in before the streetlights come on
all grown now we sleep when the sunrises
see there's joy and beauty to be found in bringing light into the darkness
He goes before us protection and favor abound
there will be something waiting for us when we return
when our work is done
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