My Fathers Hands

Look at my father’s hands and you will see HIS heart.
You will see what he stands for and what sets him apart:
His CHARACTER is traced through the lines of his leathery palms.
His perseverance IS REVEALED in every scar that brought him pain.
His faithfulness, it beams THROUGH those rugged calluses’.
His honesty, it reflects off of HIS battered knuckles.
His LABORS, you can feel them in his strong and steady grip.
On his hands you will see a beautiful and virtuous soul.
Look at my father’s hands and you will see his heart.

His character is revealed through his labors.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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