Hands comfort people in distress
’til the sorrow grows less and less.
They are used to change a dirty diaper
or to wipe clean a mirror’s vapour;
allowing for a man to shave his face
or a woman to wipe a mascara’s trace.
Babies are held to a mother’s breast
or the bottle against a papa’s chest.
Praise be to the humble hands
that have been used to toil the lands,
or, to hold nets, rods or reels
that provide fish for evening meals.
O noble hands be comforted
you are not despised, but supported.
Too numerous are your uses to state,
but, herein know, I think you are great.