Scribe's Journal

As of olden quotes and modern notes
Such tenderness a hand in yours
Such enablement a hand be yours
A medium of life's undertakings
A hand is made for the taking

For when the creation was good
Thus the wonder of the moment
The mold of the creator's own
The hand which birth to all
Let yours and mine rejoice!

To wonders the hands could do
Till destruction it may brew
Such power to none has fathomed
Such glorious inglory uncertain
Let it rest silenced till the Day

For much it can make
So much it will break
Countless art it is to create
Yet the limit is not to break
So much it could do so few it could make

And for such we call unto Thee
One who knew not mistakes
One who put all he was at stake
To that on our knees we fall
My prayer accomplishes that of my hands could not.