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Today I want to share words that my husband had and was read at his grandfather's funeral in 1992. It is very poignant and beautiful and shares a little window into the life of my hubby's grandfather George B, Please visit all the other participates in this weekly meme, Thank you for visiting me today.
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman;
These hands are calloused and old..
These hands raised a family ; these hands raised a home.
Now these hands raise to praise the Lord.
These hands won the heart of my loved one,
And with her's they were never alone.
If these hands filled the task than what more could one ask.
For these fingers have worked to the bone.
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be.
For my life's not been much success.
While some people have power, they still grieve,
While these hands brought me happiness.
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I don't have much gold;
Maybe life wasn't all that I planned.
God above, hear my plea,
When it's time to judge me,
Take a look at these hard workin hands.
Before I sign off I want to ask for prayer this day for Veronica,Albert,Taylor,Kameryon,Kelly, Dustin,Stacie, Sherrie,Lil D. Thank you for sharing today.
Today I want to share words that my husband had and was read at his grandfather's funeral in 1992. It is very poignant and beautiful and shares a little window into the life of my hubby's grandfather George B, Please visit all the other participates in this weekly meme, Thank you for visiting me today.
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman;
These hands are calloused and old..
These hands raised a family ; these hands raised a home.
Now these hands raise to praise the Lord.
These hands won the heart of my loved one,
And with her's they were never alone.
If these hands filled the task than what more could one ask.
For these fingers have worked to the bone.
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be.
For my life's not been much success.
While some people have power, they still grieve,
While these hands brought me happiness.
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I don't have much gold;
Maybe life wasn't all that I planned.
God above, hear my plea,
When it's time to judge me,
Take a look at these hard workin hands.
Before I sign off I want to ask for prayer this day for Veronica,Albert,Taylor,Kameryon,Kelly, Dustin,Stacie, Sherrie,Lil D. Thank you for sharing today.
Aww...I love those hands...Thanks for posting this, Anne "with an "e" :) :) :)...I'll pray for the people you mentioned, too!!! Love and hugs from Oregon, Heather :)
ReplyDeletethe poem was beautiful. thanks.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem for Spiritual Sunday. So sweet. And I, too, prayed for them. Blessings to you as well :)
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words.
ReplyDeletebeautiful....thanks for sharing this. Have a great Sonday...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem, Anne. I'm lifting up those you mentioned to the throne.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Joan
Beautiful poem!!I will remember in my prayers those you mentioned.
ReplyDeleteSweet Blessings,
Virginia
This is such a beautiful poem. I will pray for these people.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless,
Ginger
That poem is moving and beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was a beautiful tribute to your husband's grandfather. Thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Charlotte