Patti Edmon Altered Attic

Thursday, September 25, 2008



So whatever your hands find to do
you must do with all your heart
there are thoughts enough
To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart

There's a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high
As music flying
Through the angel's hair

Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands

      ~ john hiatt

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