Hammers Sitting Still - Danielson

I just

lost my finger

and I dropped my

hammer down.

I pour

out on

this poor ladder

and my work boots

can’t be found.

I feel (pause)(pause)

held back (You don’t have to understand)

and frustrated, (Papa will turn things for good)

insecure and (For daughters sons sakes)

I’m annoyed. (For Papa is love)

All my

bubbles (Papa will not give a stone)

have been bursted (When we ask for bread)

and I’m left with (We have nothing to fear)

shoulders bruised. (Papa is love)

Work is

robbing (You don’t have to understand)

me of living, (Papa will turn things for good)

they were right a- (For daughters sons sakes)

bout my dreams (For Papa is love)

My debts

building (Papa will not give a stone)

while I stand here, (When we ask for bread)

should this even (We have nothing to fear)

be a song? (For Papa is love)

Songs are

either

written in fields

or on couches

which way’s best?

Oh I

now see

there is freedom

in the working

with your hands.

I’ve read

«justice

is the measure,

righteousness the

the plumbline.»

When I

finally

have my hammers

and then they are

sitting still

I’ll still have con-

struction humor

it is set in

this ol' stone

So when

will I

finish this job

and move on to

what I love

You know

I feel

oh so ready

I’ll get up now

it is good.