God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
My soul
Is dead without you
You alone
Give it nourishment
Give it strength
To rise from my bed
Each new dawn
Portraits with Pzazz!
“Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see!… Who will buy my sweet red roses?… Who will tie it up with a ribbon, and put it in a box for me?” – Oliver
God’s God the Whole World in His Hands
Power to the people
The glory go to God
Who wipes the sweat
Lifts burdens off
Breaking backs
So we all will
Rise & stand
Through every
Daily struggle
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Aye Dios Mio! Laundry. Everywhere there’s laundry. Overflowing. Running wild. Spilling out my ears! Bright red. Canary yellow. Turquoise. Parquet green. Tower of downy soft towels. Never ending. Mucho trabajo. “Washer number seven.” “Dryer number eleven.” Trills the boss lady. Tee-shirts. Jeans. Baby blankets. Long socks. Sports socks. A strangers “cute” lacy panties. Not so cute when the need – Wash. Dry. Fold. And bag. Aching back. Feet hurt. Arms like windmills. As they wind up king size sheets. God, can you hear ME up there? I need you to help me endure. This endless task. So bread will be on my table.
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Going to build
Mi familia
Una casa
Gut wrenching
Sweat drenching
Up to my armpits
Dusty red dirt
Brick by brick
Labor of love
NYC Streets
