What Wing Biddlebaum Knew

I always notice a persons hands.

They are not the most obvious thing,

but they tell far more than the face or eyes.


You cannot hide a lifetime of work

in cragged, sinewy hands that bear

a resemblance to the claws


of some terrible lizard; soft, callous free

hands tell their story just as clearly.

Hands of privilege and work


wear no masks, they are afforded none.

They wear ease and hardship in even strokes.

Be weary of anyone unwilling to shake hands.

Godliness

Little lamb

running down the hill,

where are you

running to?


Little lamb

the Lord demands a

sacrifice for the bounty

of his grace.