These Hands

These were the Hands,
Grasping at the gravel,
Begging and pleading for mercy.
These are the Hands,
That tear your opaque world apart,
Despised by your deprecating hearsay.
This is the Hand,
Which changes sister Fate,
By choosing Love over Hate.
These Hands,
Forged by the frothing flames of Hell,
Purified by unending Heavenly tears,
That rings the silvery bell.
These Hands give in,
No longer afraid,
No longer will I be lost;
These Hands did not commit Your Sins.