With These Hands, I Built My House

With These Hands, I Built My House

With these hands, I built my house,

Stone by stone, with sweat and grace,

Through days of toil, through nights of doubt,

I shaped this place, a sacred space.

Each nail I drove, each beam I laid,

A whisper of the dreams I crave.

From earth and sky, from sun and shade,

A refuge born from what I gave.

These hands, they’ve known the weight of life,

The ache of labor, the joy of birth,

Each scar a story, each line a strife,

Yet through it all, I built my worth.

This house, my fortress, stands so tall,

Not just of brick, nor wood, nor stone,

But of the love that held it all,

A place where heart and soul have grown.

With these hands, I built my house,

A home, a haven, carved from dreams,

A place where peace and warmth espouse,

Where hope and love forever gleam.