My Mother’s
Hands
By: Lorie Barton
I’m thankful for my mother’s hands, which help me
every day.
With her hands she shows me how to work and how to play.
It seems that when I need some help, her hands are always there
To tie my shoes, or make my lunch, or comb my messy hair.
Her hands know how to fix my bike and how to make my bed,
And how to find a scripture verse to ease my worried head.
With her hands she shows me how to work and how to play.
It seems that when I need some help, her hands are always there
To tie my shoes, or make my lunch, or comb my messy hair.
Her hands know how to fix my bike and how to make my bed,
And how to find a scripture verse to ease my worried head.
I want my hands, like Mother’s, to serve others every
day.
I want my hands to know, like hers, how to work and
play.
I know that when she needs some help, my hands can
help her too.
Because she’s taught me well, they know exactly what
to do.
I’ll thank my mother for her hands and hug her really
tight
And promise her to use my hands to always do what’s
right.

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