My hands are really small,
People usually ask,
‘Did your hands stop growing along the way?”
or ask,
“What can you use those small hands for?”
When I pile up these hands like a tadpole net,
The tadpoles escape out my hands
After playing around and tickling my hands.
What can be done with these hands?
The altar of love can be built
Upon my thoughts of Him
After having the fingers of my two hands locked together.
I put these tiny hands through so much work
As much as I desire
In stacking up my hopes
On the altar with nothing else but love
I have always put that entity of Heaven, the Absolute Being of essence
Right by my side
Because my being has always been so small and weak.
One day,
A great hope was fulfilled
That could have never been accomplished with my strength alone.
The Lord’s thing, his thing has been delivered
To my small and insignificant life.
My dream has been fulfilled.
And now I am designing and processing
The next step of my dream.
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