Statutes #48

My hands also, you fit to hold a pen,

Will I lift up my verses in praise of the Son?

Unto thy great name I spin the verbs,

Commandments which delight me – power my fingers.

I have loved the grand service of a scribe,

And I pray for treasures new and old.

I will share them with the stranger, and

Meditate in your holy ways;

Thy statutes will be my dainties.