Give me your hand,
Let me hold fast unto it;
So that you’ll lift me up,
From where I stand!
Lift me up from where I stand,
With your bold strong hand,
O, you mighty one,
And stand me up firm!
You’re the source of my inspiration
The fountain of my imagination;
Bless the works of my hand
And take them to another level!
Print my works on the “sand of time”
That generations unborn will come to see;
And appreciate this inborn gift of yours,
Which I’ve cultivated and cherished yet forlorn!
Give me your hand
Let me clench unto it
For I am counting on you, O, mighty one
Who bestowed this enviable gift of me
And let my works not be forlorned!