I have this voice, I have these hands.
I give this voice, I give these hands.
They are no longer mine, but thine.
But for thy grace, these give your life
So by thy grace, these are for life
Moved by thy hand–unseen sublime.
Invisible, thy Spirit moves
Creating all that was and is–
All art is in the making of the artifice.
Thy author’s ink, thy painter’s paint,
Thy marble hewed by sculptor’s craft
Become the living artifacts of bliss.
Perfecting mastery of thy hands,
Thy final composition breathes–
A static piece, unmoved, yet moving me.