grasping together, these two hands
said a promise, and i'll be there
reflecting back and a reality check
im not much of anything now
the potter's hands will mould me
he'll make me something glad.
one day you'll have no choice
but to be proud of me.
and as i love you
love me back.
now the two hands come in contact
a Hi5 with God
the whole journey, hand in hand.
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