Our Hands Talk

The earth be sewn in seeds of love a growth of spirit and strength dwell

Upon us by our hands they talk, tell the world we wish to prosper and give

Give unto thee our daily devotion of love and salvation to plant a tree

To watch it grow, the fruits be hung plenty upon them, and we eat

Nothing ventured, nothing gained only by the hands that build and blister

To make a home a field of crop, the sky and sun guide us in our bodies

For we need the light and the rain falls unto the earth and the seedlings

Sprout high and we smile in pleasant and satisfying delight, we give thanks

For our hands talk to our brain, our fingers each nerve brings a new thought

A new begining of creativity and wonder of the next possible thing we mold

Like clay from the earth and a sculpture of design we lavish ourselves with amaze

Let our hands touch the earth and our bodies of sensual gain they speak to one another

As they talk to me I see you holding on to all dreams of our land and life

I hold these hands and I prayer for thee in spirit world of mother nature

Our nation of our people be strong and be free