HANDS

HANDS

These are the hands that build this land
Toil in the fields to give us our meals
Hands that dig ditches where ever they’re planned
Build homes and towers, castles of steel

These are the hands that keep us moving
Cars, trucks, and motorcycles at our command
So many ways to transport for the choosing
These hands work forever to meet the demand

These are the hands that long to caress
When the day’s over and they need a rest
A moment of peace, they ask nothing less
These hands, out of love, give us their best.

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