Guest Post: My Hands by Justin Smith

If you did take the failings from my hands
Perhaps a good man I could claim to be
But no, that would not be nearly enough
My failings gone, I’ve nothing left for thee

No offering but failure do I have
No other gift to give but sin and shame
No good to call my own to you I bring
Nothing of mine to give you but my blame

And so if righteous I am meant to be
That righteousness must come from you alone
My heart alone will ne’er chase what it ought
My hands can work no good thing of their own

So cause my mind to ever hold your word
To know that you are God and to be still
And cause my heart to only seek your ways
And cause my hands to only serve your will