Curled into themselves,
Washed clean of all the mortal gore of birth.
Ripe with potential unknown.
Knit together in secret
Muscles, bones, tendons, ligaments, skin
Perfectly engineered for a lifetime of service.
You don't know how to use them yet.
When they move before your eyes,
You don't even know they're yours.
When you figure it out, and find out what those hands can do, you'll be amazed!
Use them well, Little One. Use them well.
Shrunken, melted with age,
Washed clean of the grime of your dying days.
Innocent? No. But good. Very good.
Potential? Gone...but not wasted. Well spent.
Ordinary, everyday miracles of love with skin on it.
God touched me with your hands,
And yet you probably didn't even know it.
When you step into glory, and realize all that those hands of yours have done, you'll be amazed!
You used them well, Dear One. Let them rest.
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