What hast thou there at fringe thy arms
with fingers, thumbs and palms
Creator's work that thou hast used
assuaged as thy life's balm
What mighty tasks and timely deeds
for which thy hands portrayed
and bantam works of fine detail
thy intricate displayed
But now ill-used thy hands have made
the innocent thy dupe
for thou hast slain the guiltless ones
thus conquered as a coup
For willful sin thy hands hath worked
to rid the world with shame
but find thy handprints in thy acts
have caused the bloody stains
And now with glee thou dost protect
those others had in mind
while killing clean and wholesome ones
created by divine
But what thy thoughts have thus forgot
the One who made thy hands
shall take account in judgment hall
the works that they have panned
And should thou find thyself in guilt
of what thy hands have done
repentance is thine only hope
for what God hates bar none
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