My Little Hands

She plays with my words like they were hers

Little soldiers in a war against themselves

She used to rob me of my own intent

But now I'm keeping my findings from her shelves

I used to think that honesty was all

Between the two of us, nothing should go unsaid

Then she taught me, although I took too long

That some things should be said to God and then just left for dead

I've got to learn to live alone

just lean into the Wing

I've got to know that there is only One

for whom I sing

I've got to learn the difference

between me and this place

Got to let my little hands

reach only for Your face

I've felt the pressing of listening

I've known an empathetic overload

I've been a mile in so many other shoes

I forgot my own out on the road

But I'm coming now to understand

that where my heart is, there's my treasure

And the suffering that I am going through

will be replaced with a glory that I can't even measure