Gentle Hands

by Kristen R. Sweeney

This is dedicated to my mother. 

She is a small woman, standing just 5'3". But her soul is large and her heart enormous! I sometimes wonder how it all fits into her cute little body! :) 

She often lives in the shadow of my father who is tall, handsome, wise, and receives much attention. Deservedly so, he is a great person. But, so is my mother, who often serves quietly, diligently, and tirelessly behind the scenes. 

I once heard someone say that God will just look at our hands and be able to tell the kind of person we are. My mother will go to heaven with beautifully worn out hands! She'll have scars from needle pokes and pricks as she mends torn clothes and sews brand new ones. She'll surely have flour and dough stuck to her fingers from all the homemade bread and rolls she bakes. Her hands will be worn from the many years of serving others; cleaning, working, washing, fixing. Mostly they will be soft, warm hands from all the love and giving. 

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Gentle Hands
 By: Kristen Rhead Sweeney

Gentle hands always Serving
 Working, Weeding, Sewing, Stirring
 Never shouting words of fame
 No awards, applause, acclaim
 But still Serving, Loving, Working...
 Just the same

Gentle hands always Giving
 Mending, Kneading, Helping, Healing
 Never shouting words of fame
 No awards, applause, acclaim
 But still Playing, Sharing, Feeling...
 Just the same