I look down at my hands
Which are not mine at all
They form a perfect shape
Of obidience
Not only are they beautiful in that light
They are purified
Their sins soon to be forgiven
If their aims were accomplished
Not only will they burn if I burn
So will the rest of myself
Not only will my soul be punished
My body which was given to me as a gift - will too
How greatful am I
Not only has my Lord perfected my religion
He has given me means to worship him
A soul and a body
