THE HANDS GOD DEALT (me!) a poem by sandra, tvgp
oh,
when i look at the hands God dealt me...
steering the car
clapping for my son on the basketball court
making coffee
affectionately twirling my daughter's hair
folded in prayer
when i look at the hands God dealt me...
steering the car
clapping for my son on the basketball court
making coffee
affectionately twirling my daughter's hair
folded in prayer
when i look at these hands that God dealt me..
caressing my lover's skin
washing myself in the shower
opening doors and windows
moving my wireless mouse
texting i love you's to my parents
clinking wine glasses with my brother and sister and friends
when i stop and look at these hands that God has dealt me...
as they feel a blooming flower
trace hearts in the dust on the dashboard of my car
test the temperature of water from the kitchen faucet
tuck my hair behind my ears
i mean
i mean
just look at these hands that God has dealt me
the ones i'm using write now on the keyboard to type this poem
how could i possibly thank God enough for the hands that he has dealt me?
~use them for his glory every day.
posted by SHE @ 2:08 PM
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Originally posted 01/24/2012
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