Mine is the hand that reaps and sows
Mine are the teeth that chew and chip
Mine are the eyes that glitter and weep
Mine is the heel that falls and slips
Not yours but mine
Mine is the ear to hear the scream and laugh
Mine are the shoulders that weigh and lift
Mine the throat that growls and groans
Mine the spine of steel that cracks and shifts
Not yours but mine.
Mine are the veins full of brightness and filth
Mine is the will wrought in flame and iron
Mine this vice of payment and pain
Mine the power of these words
Not yours but mine
Mine the weight of resolve to be crushed instead of breaking
Mine the strength of conviction to act in ruthless certainty
Not yours but mine
This the Word gives me. This; the Word gives all.