These hands have lifted me up,
When I have fallen down,
They have helped me to safety,
When no one else was around…
These hands have fed me,
Helped me embrace the love of
my life,
These hands have dressed me,
And consoled me during days of
strife…
These hands held the hands of
my daughters,
As I walked them down the aisle,
To help them start their new
lives,
These hands are so versatile…
These hands have embraced family
members,
And friends who I have cared
about,
They have held our children and
grandchildren,
The ones I simply cannot do without…
These hands have dried the tears
of my family,
And the tears of myself as well,
These hands have folded in prayer,
And prayed for deliverance from
hell…
These hands have sadly buried
loved ones,
A part of life we don’t like
to bear,
These hands have prayed for those
loved ones,
To eliminate my own solemnity
and despair…
These hands are always folded
in prayer for others,
Who need prayers more than myself,
These hands have prayed for those
in need,
Prayers answered bring more than
wealth…
These hands are growing tired
now,
And somewhat wrinkled and weak,
What a story these hands could
tell,
If only they could speak…
bobemakk@optonline.net ©2004
