my hands to meet your needs
All we've ever shown is
the same we give our seed
yet while you have grown this little time beneath our tree
I have always known this, what I never want to see
When your trusting baby's eyes
look to me to lift you up, at times
I tell myself lies
to ignore the coming cup
which itself in no wise would ever not be filled
"To drink", my heart cries
It might rather be killed
Every day we live
like all who've come before
Learning how to give
from those who've trusted more
After all that I have seen how can I not see
when all I've ever known is His hands to meet my needs
I could bear most things,
but to see your light go out would be so hard.
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