The Hands Of A Carpenter
Poem By Baby Blue
Being so far from Home,
Having nostalgia grow deeper in my heart,
Longing to no longer be apart.
Desiring to see the precious hands
That have redeemed my wretched soul.
The hands that bore so much pain
The weight of the world,
Yet never once joined with sin.
The Hands that grasped me
And my pathetic life of vapor,
The hands of soft gentle love.
The Hands of a Carpenter.