Hands That Hold

For 26 years of holding my hand! An anniversary poem for my wonderful husband.

One hand to hold . . . on the path we walk along.

Two hands hold me . . . on days I’m not so strong.

Eight (plus 2) hands to lead . . . to follow in His way.

Four tiny hands to kiss–Two that have gone and two that stay.

Many hands to thank and touch and bless…

And in God’s hands to trust and rest.

(c) Delana H. Stewart 2014

Family, Mommy, Faith, Education, Inspiration8 + 2 = our 3 sons, our daughter, and our daughter-in-law

4 tiny = our 2 grandsons

See also:

Rays of Hope

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