In Your Hands

IN YOUR HANDS Collaboration poem by Jason Williams and Darren White You say it will cleanse Not my sins, I am not religious My only religion is you In your hands I am clean In your hands the water will Calm my weary head, you will cut my hair, make me new In your hands I am more Your touch is a balm to me It's cool cosset, a blanket Protecting me from the past Allowing me to grow strong again In your hands I place my trust I am yours to mold and shape Sever the old and muddled Making room for new growth Water will wane your wounds Will softly caress your pain Will even out the folds and creases In your brow, I float you gently Oh how I shine so bright now A new found confidence upon me I am cleansed, my wounds healed In your hands I am renewed