irony

striving hands toil ceaselessly

to serve created idols

when You graciously

tear them from my grasp

i clutch their shadow

and dare shake fists at the sky

(outcome contrary to what is expected)

surrendered hands rest humbly

palms facing skyward

when You graciously

pour into them Your design

life is bigger than

hands could ever hold

(outcome contrary to what is expected)

irony