Untitled. By Brandon Ram. The works of hands that never move. Still the remain without touch. Senseless they spend less. Time is money so Im blessed, yes! The fortunes of a lonely soul such as my own. Cold and dark I have grown. To see light and feel warmth. The works of hands that never move. Here at your disposal, just for you to hold. Feel secure as they fight relentlessly. They can make or break just for you. Sinning without end just to count alil bit of good. The works of hands that never move. Left and right theyre called. Left and right they perform. Beauties beyond the norm. Lord knows their worth. Enough to shape worlds, just by touch. Hold tight the tools used to create. Through Gods, the creation of Adam became. Through our, the creations of God will end. Still , they remain without touch. Hold them tight , and help cross the road of destiney. Left , right and left again. Cross the sacrifice with baptism for a forever promised through words flowing like water. Seen beyond the ages, they remain with scars and wrinkles of stories untold sins undone and good unseen.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 21:50:37 +0000