Dave Deeks: Artist's hands
Here in this sunny room I'm drawing a landscape
Plucking pencils from a pot
If I listen hard and make my mind up
Into a tight white dot
I can reach out, unfurl my flattened fingers
Softened through lack of use
And stretch for the colour of grass
In the early days my mouth was zipped up
My hands gasped like flapping fish
Looked at all the colours, trying to reach out
Pencils dropping from my fist
Again, again I tried
And many times I cried
Wondering if I
Would even once succeed
For many hours and days
The white and empty page
Stubborn beneath my gaze
Just looked back mockingly
Here in this sunny room I'm drawing a landscape
Colours rolling on the page
For now my hand is strong, rocks are spotted with purple
Eagles crown the mountain tops
I can reach out, unfurl my flattened fingers
Softened, through lack of use
And stretch for the colour of grass
My pictures aren't my own
For they're not done alone
I know the One
Who colours them with me, colours them with me
I sign them in His name
The One who healed the lame
For He has done the same
And set my fingers free, set my fingers free
Artist's hands, artist's hands
Each day I thank the Lord for my artist's hands
DAVE DEEKS
© Song owned by Dave Deeks - only to be used with permission
