Ps.39 Hands that flung stars
I cover my mouth with an outstretched hand and fail to end my breath,
As I measure my life with an outstretched hand and see so little left.
Oh, I know the humbling of your outstretched hands; the beauty and the scars
How I ‘ve tried to flee from your outstretched hands but I’m caught and I’m know and I’m yours.