Little hands can fill a day, Hands to wipe, hands to play. Older hands that open wide Worn and steady, there to guide.
Little hands have much to say. You I trust. Stay by my side. Hellos, goodbyes and all between Hands that shield the unforeseen.
Hands that say hold me tight. Never let me go this night. Forever held, forever loved. Hands entwined, with a might.
Hands that know and comprehend How we grow, how to mend. To wipe a tear, to lift and hold Warming us from winter cold.
Hands release, unbind the chains. Extending shelter, so much pain, Elevating the human race, Cupped to reap His loving grace. -------G. Hill
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might. ------Ecclesiastes 9:10
My hand laid the foundation of the earth, and my right hand spread out the heavens; when I call to them, they stand forth together. -----Isaiah 48:13
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, And establish the work of our hands for us. Yes, establish the work of our hands. -----Psalm 90:17