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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

DADDY'S HANDS

 
            Calloused and rough they were
            As the little boy gripped them tight
            A farmer’s hands were always sore
            Needed soaking most every night

            His hands were supple and slender        
            Able to do the most amazing things
            These thoughts ran through her head
            Watching her daddy’s violin strings

            The outstretched hand of his daddy
            Greeted the members of his church
            The little boy watched them smile
            As they continued their Godly search

            The precise hands of a brain surgeon
            As he saves the life of a little girl
            A soldier teaching his son how to salute
            Old Glory, as the wind gently unfurls

            The dismayed hands of a New York Cop
            Carrying the body of a little boy
            The unknowing hands of a fireman
            As to the Trade Centers, he did deploy

            The meek, giving hands of a volunteer
            As he fulfills a desperate need
            The firm assuredness of our President
            Making this land safe for you and me

            There is one more set of daddy’s hands
            The loving ones of which I now share
            He’s on his knees beside his child’s bed
            His hands lifted to God in fervent prayer

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