You Can Run Through the Fire

You can run through the fire A showman in flames With soles of steel Over rakes Of hot coals, Your audience gaping In love Of forward force. You can glide through the wave An acrobatic swell With agile tongue And glittering hands Your audience wowed In awe Of slick style. You can scale through the peaks A glorious climb With grappling pride And summit flags Your audience wooed In awe Of conquered land. You can do all these things. The hands that laid the coals The hands that shaped the board And The hands that laid the path— They Hold You. They Expose You- In quiet strength. For without These Humble hands- You would achieve Nothing.