In Your Hand

In Your Hand

During our lifetime we have our "hands full" trying to live
And survive and share life and problems and still give
Give best efforts to earth and all invested in your sojourn.
Your hands are forever busy and always full of responsibility and concern.

But you know what? The day you were born, your hands lay bare.
Soon they were busy with toys, food and any activity that they dared.
And so it goes throughout our days. Lead us to do what we need to do,
Progressing in knowledge and abilities, forever promoting life and love. How

Can dispute this? The basic choices are our own, to ever help or hurt,
To raise our hand to strike in anger, or to stop and consider the consequences first.
When your days are done, your soul will return all that these hands have done,
All on the record of our life far away beyond the blue.

Those hands can harm and hurt, or sooth a fevered brow;
Can console a grieving one and help them to understand how
They can continue on. Or you can contrive hurtful and harmful antics
That are destructive and lead only to some culmination of "frantic."

When all your choices are made and you're taking your journey back home,
All the story has been written and you stand quite alone
To take your "angel of death" by the hand to return from whence you came,
Where heaven is awaiting you and they are tolling your name.

Born with empty hands, we leave empty-handed; ironic, considering how
We worked those fingers to the bone to accomplish and acquire - and now
We depart with empty hands. All else will be the actions of the soul
To decide how well you utilized your hands, for love or for gold.