by Andrew H Ellis
Friday, November 30, 2007
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Tribute to older church member who has worked all her life.
Her hands are always busy, Working for the Lord. Her hands they often open, The Spirit’s mighty sword. Her hands are ever doing, Deeds of giving grace. Such ready happy helpers, To match her smiling face. Her hands are never idle, Lest Satan tempt her sore. Her hands are ever ready, To greet Christ at the door. Her hands they sometimes tire, At end of hectic day. But then she rests a moment, And folds them up to pray. Her hands they show her faith, In every move she makes. They’ll keep her heading upwards, Until in Heaven she wakes. Andrew H. Ellis 11.11.07 Copyright © 2007
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A very beautiful and well thought through inspiring piece....
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|A beautiful tribute, we all have hands and choices on how we use them, her hands are holy, sounds like she is one special person! nice job!