Hands

scars upon my hands,
write the story of my life
of love and mercy
and of pain and strife.

deep intentions decorate my palms
a constant reminder of my pains
while unscathed fingers,
show the reward in allowing to be being tame

both work for me
both to my advantage.
one without the other,
would just be a dirty bandage.

although my pains are great,
and my loves are few
my love never breaks,
it relieves my hands; of where my sins have mawed.