Saved by the Hands


If you should paint a picture of their hands.
And draw them up on your canvas of life.
Beyond the years you can see,
Labour and tears hiding the laughter
These hands have worked me.

Once a hand formed a flower.
Once a hand gave us music.
Once a hand gave us hope.
Another hand has grasped the clasp!

For our hands to find comfort.
To hold the one who would take our place,
To grasp the one who was tired of reaching,
With the strength of His hands our hands are held.
We found a place in a mended family!