We are his hands
We are his voice
Surrounded by love
We are not our own
The crown made him human
The crown gives him glory
The crown gave me life
I am signed by the master's touch
His sandles collected dirt
I seek humility at his feet
Master, I offer my hair
Father, I offer my perfume
Let me be breakable
a jar of clay
your treasure lies in my hands
your hands
These are your hands.
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