Thank you Lord for dirty hands that touch my stove and fridge;
For sticky little fingers that try to build a bridge.
For careless hands that go astray in search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way as mothers often do.
For precious little hands in which great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach to touch a mother’s frown.
And thank you for your guiding hand that leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble and points me to the right.
As little hands reach out to me to show them what to do,
For sticky little fingers that try to build a bridge.
For careless hands that go astray in search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way as mothers often do.
For precious little hands in which great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach to touch a mother’s frown.
And thank you for your guiding hand that leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble and points me to the right.
As little hands reach out to me to show them what to do,
I’m steadied, reassured and loved as I reach up to You
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