Grandma`s Hands of Love
We see Grandma`s hands wrinkled and red
she weeds the garden, then makes the beds.
She hangs the laundry out to dry
goes in the house bakes cherry pies.
She prepares the supper meal
she has potatoes and carrots to peel.
She finally comes to the end of a busy day
she folds her hands and kneels in prayer.
She reads her Bible turns out the light
She softly whispers to her husband "I love
you goodnight.
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