The Palm of Your Hand

Here, my love for You is bigger

I think

Then a trek to Africa

Or naked in a monsoon

Or bound to leave this world

With the money still under my

Mattress.

Here, my love for You is bigger

Than my eyes

That see no light

My hands that don't work well

Or the feet they took from me,

You know,

The ones that You created.

Here, my love for You is bigger

Than dirt and all the dreams

I dared to dream, five years old,

playing MASH for the mansion

And the sports car

Only to wake up to a world

That's infinitely large enough

To fit in the palm

Of Your hand.