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My Mother’s Hands

Your amazing hands reached out for me when I was in need.

You took me in as your son not only to protect but to feed.

You knew of my loses and that I was in need of special care.

You still said you would love me and the rest would be handed by prayer.

Your hands are not just used as a tool for labor.

They are examples of how we should always treat our neighbor.

With a passion for praying you have said to always use your heart.

Folding your hands daily is where each day should start.

 I wasn’t so innocent nor was I always full of charm.

You used your hands to guide me, never in a way that meant harm.

Your hands have lead me through sorrow and loss.

But most important those same hands have lead me to the  cross.

Now where ever I may go or how ever far I may roam.

Mom, I know your hands are waiting for me each time I come home.

By Crickett