My hands, so cold and stiff.
They can raise the fallen.
Feed the hungry.
House the homeless.
Clothe the naked.
Bring the nations together.
But my hands, know only to slap you Lord.
Can you blame them?
For that is all they has ever known.
They have been brought up in the ways of rebellion.
Help me tame these wild beasts,
That they may do your works, Lord.
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