My Lord’s Hands hold the World so gently

My Lord’s hands hold the world so gently, like pine cones falling into angel hair. My Lord’s hands have held me close when stars were tears falling in a lonesome well. My Lord’s hands have worked a thousand days – yet, are even still as smooth as kitten fur. My Lord’s hands they carry me, but He would have me walk by Him, His hands upon my head.

David Teed