Speaking on hands this week….may use the song by Jewel….

“Poverty stole your golden shoes It didn’t steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasn’t ever after We’ll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what’s right’ Cause where there’s a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But they’re not yours, they are my own But they’re not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters