Mother's Hands

She would lift them to the Father And peace like showers rained. She would serve a cup of water And lovingkindness sang refrains. Her hands would summon Heaven And our Lord would heed her pleas. Her heart was free of leaven As she tarried on her knees. How many lives and hearts Were saved by Mother’s hands? We see fragments, little parts; The whole God understands. Though small and weathered be; Her hands were great and mighty! Not for what they held you see, But the petitions raised for thee! Hands that fed us and corrected They taught us to “believe!” Oh the crowns, when resurrected That her hands there did receive. God knew and knows her hands. He held and holds them tight While He gestures to His lambs, Come join us in the Light.