New poem

Hands 1/08/07

Good hands, bad hands.
Hands that are cheap,
Hands that speak.
Hands that clap,
Hands that slap.
Hands that help,
Hands that care only for themselves.
Some good, some bad,
But the best are the hands of the SAVIOR.



Ok so it don't completely rhyme, but it was written in the spur of a moment