Wee Little Hands
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WEE LITTLE HANDS
December 30, 1985
Wee little hands that are squeezing my face,
Make my heart feel strangely warm.
And in that soft, chubby childlike embrace,
There's no intention to harm.
Wee little hands reaching out for a hug,
Wanting relief from distress.
After a fall on the living room rug,
Close to your bosom they press.
Wee little hands feeling fragile and small,
Wearing a bruise or a scar.
Picked up when brushing a nail in the hall,
Show just how needed we are.
Wee little hands buried deep in a bowl,
Covered with noodles and cheese.
Unfettered by care, absorbed in the whole,
Testing each bite with a squeeze.
Wee little hands all too soon will grow old,
Soon may lose life's fleeting breath.
Oh let us love them before they lay cold,
In the unchanging stillness of death.
C. R. Lord
But Jesus said; suffer the little children and forbid them not to come unto me.
Matthew 19:14
We have a strong tendency to forget that we were children once. Strangely enough we acted like children, spoke like children and our parents still loved us and raised us in spite of that.
As adults We need to return to the simplicity of faith in God that our children had in us as parents. He is our Heavenly Father you know!
C. R. Lord
Matthew 19:14
We have a strong tendency to forget that we were children once. Strangely enough we acted like children, spoke like children and our parents still loved us and raised us in spite of that.
As adults We need to return to the simplicity of faith in God that our children had in us as parents. He is our Heavenly Father you know!
C. R. Lord
