Quatrain of Hands Full - 9670 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Hands Full

Hands full - the way I was born

I was born tightly clasping a gun
in my hand, pointed directly
at God, hoping
to steal some
omnipotence,

I knew if I were to win, I needed
all the power I could get
from the Creator as I
grabbed life with
precipitance.

God never raised up his hands,
nor did he ever surrender to
me, but He did make a
bargain I couldn't
refuse,

If I were to give the most of myself,
in order to help the world,
He'd let me keep my gun
if I paid my Godly
dues.

Yorktown Disciple