WE ARE TOOLS IN THE HANDS DIVINE.

WE ARE TOOLS IN THE HANDS DIVINE.

(2005)

The pen in hand

With which I write,

Is helpless, bound,

To do its work.

For, I made it my tool

To scribble this down!

The words those flow

Through this pen, of course,

Not mine, at all,

And I can't help

But, to pen this down,

For it is HE

Who Makes me write.

This pen might have

Been still, where it laid,

Until a writer's hand

Came to its aid!

This pen is bound

To do its work,

The Writer's Idea

Not its own!

We too, are tools,

In the Hands Divine;

HE makes us do,

All our work,

Whether day or night

With all our might!

Who helps us think?

Who give us health?

Who helps us work?

Who guides us right?

Or else, we lay

Unable to move today

Like any pen

Untouched by men!