Why Knot Design

MY BROTHERS HANDS


I look in my palms and see my brothers' hands
And I remember the words he spoke for me
Love your God love your neighbor and you love me
Come to the mountains and let your spirit be free



So I ran to him with no shoes on my feet
And I was cut by the razors of the land
Dirt and blood and emptiness in my hands
Understood my ancestors walked the same sand


He comes to me when I fall to sleep
In the river of my mind the water is deep
Oh lord you have blessed my soul
Giving me the pieces making me whole


I cried in my heart for your forgiveness
That is when you called "come to me"
To the mountains I ran to your light
On the top I cried tears of joy down on my knees


So I ran to him with no shoes on my feet
And I was cut by the razors of the land
Dirt and blood and emptiness in my hands
Understood my ancestors walked the same sand


And as I look I see the same lines in my brothers' hands
The same lines that were traced through distant sands
Yet in your hands were crimson lines blessing my sins
On your head you wore a crown the prince of all these lands


You carried my spirit so gently
Hung up so that I could see
That you were the one meant for me
Thank you Jesus you set me free


Richard Joseph Yessian II 12/19/00


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