Praying, clasping, earnest fold;
Training, loving, dry a tear,
Giving hands, with heartfelt cheer.
Moms who multitask and bake,
Dads who fix those things that break;
Hands that do the chores each day,
Thanks to God, His perfect way!
Words of God, speak activity,
Hands He made with creativity;
God, who formed the earth and sky;
Hands to praise and glorify.
Holding babies, shaking hands,
Washing dishes, writing plans;
Painting nails, new hair do,
Sipping tea, your hands are you.
Hands now weak, growing old,
Lessons learned, refined as gold;
Holding, clinging to His way,
Not with hands, but souls that stay.
God upholding- His right Hand,
Leading, guiding- His own plan;
Sheltered, shielded in His wings,
Serving, sharing- gifts to bring.
His Hands healed, the sick, the lost,
His were nailed at His own cost;
Our hands give, work oh, so hard,
But no contrast to His Hands scarred.
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