These hands, O these hands

They are rough and they are tough,

Keep the fight, sure enough.

These hands wanted to do good work—and they did. They protected the one I loved. They held her affectionately, played with her hair, and massaged the worries away. They were gentle and careful.

These hands, O these hands

Relax not, for He heals.

Sacrifice all, regardless of how he feels.

Aching, I love.

Aching, I work.

What else is there?

Aching, I serve.

Aching, I persevere.

Where do I go?

Graceful Abba, O graceful Abba,

Help me rest these hands.