One hand so small and feeble,
So delicate and fragile.
One hand so unsure,
Holding on to its own will.
But yet so empty and alone
Is this hand.

One hand so great and powerful,
So Gentle and Tender.
One hand so steady,
Its own will to render.
And yet so wanting and
Anticipating is this hand.

One hand, small in size,
reaches for nothing.
Another, scarred on both sides,
reaches for something.

One hand so meek and changed,
Now rests inside the greater.
One hand so loving and true,
Now holds the lesser.
Faithful and walking,
Joined until forever are these hands-
My Lord and I