The Hands That Keep Me

I'm pretty sure I've never posted this, sorry if I have. I wrote it several years ago (notes for a potential song):

I'm reaching for the hands that keep me
I'm feeling the hands that worked
they're all dirty and worn
I'm looking for the hands that healed many
the hands that fed thousands
I'm amazed at the hands that did miracles
think on the things they taught me
I'm looking through the hands that were pierced
pierced with a nail I drove through
I'm searching for the hands that were buried
the hands of a man who died
I felt the hand on my shoulder
he said I am alive and well
I hold onto the hands that lift me
out of the toils and snares
I embrace the hands that dry the tears
as they conqured all my fears
I marvel at the hands that teach me
how to love
I'm reaching for the hands that hold me
close to him
I'm reaching for the hands that keep me

(c)2007