With your own two hands,
You built our family home -
Brick by brick-
Near that great oak by the road.
You lowered the mountain,
Stretched flat the hill
So we could see the sky.
You built and you built.
With your own two hands,
You grew from the earth.
The fruits of your labor,
You turned to preserves:
Strawberry jam,
Blackberry too,
In mason jars.
Life was always sweet with you.
With your own two hands,
You'd give me a lift
In that old, blue Ford pickup -
The map in your head.
Your quiet,
A comfort.
Wherever we were headed,
I didn’t have to wonder.
With your own two hands,
You pushed me in faith.
Flying on two wheels,
I didn’t reach for the brakes.
With your own two hands,
You made a house in the trees.
Taught me to shoot for the stars
That one New Year’s Eve.
You showed me love
Made no demands.
You gave it freely
With your heart in your own two hands.
With your heart in your own two hands.
And I’m sorry I'm only singing this now
Before I didn’t have the courage
though I knew how.
But now it's time to let go of the fear that I’ve had
Time to be free
And hold what you taught me
With my own two hands
I'll play you this song
Cuz I can’t give in
You'd want me to go on
With your own two hands
You touched my life
In the biggest of ways 
with all of your might
When I miss your voice
When I want to say hello, 
on the front porch I’ll think of you
I’ll watch the birds come and go
Stretching their wings
The old to and fro
On the porch swing
Where you used to go
Long legs unfolding 
I look for your hands
The hands I'll be holding
When we meet again
Tears in our eyes
In our new home together
The one in the sky
The one we’ll dwell in forever
Forever

With Your Own Two Hands

"An essential aspect of creativity is not being afraid to fail." - Edwin Land

Even if you are afraid . . . do it anyway.

Brittany Nicole