In My Hands

 

My thoughts I found in my hand

And my joy right in my heart

If the clay for the porter I stood in 

Then why run?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

The hoe is found there, in my hands

As the land is vast in sight

Why then plead with hunger to feed?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

I feel lost 

By the one leading me by hand

On my blind side I'm led 

But here I fell into this pit,

As I succumb to sounds of mockery.

For now I know,

I carry my sight in my hands

Teach me! Teach me!!

Whiles the books are agape.

And my knowledge I see in your hands,

For the little wisdom I tried to amass

Locked up in your head

Oh!  Lord, I pray for your feed.

But there rest the book in my hands,

For now I know, 

I crumble my sight in my hands.