With gentle love and kindness, a mother’s hands take care
with strength and understanding a father’s hands are there.
The hands of time move forward and with them we must go.
We bite the hand that feeds us in spite of all we know.
Lend a hand to those we love, the deed will be returned,
let the left hand know the right, sharing secrets they have learned.
Hands O mighty hands beware, your strength is yet unknown,
heal and save with soothing ways and your worth soon will be shown.
Dynamic hands, loving hands and those that read in Braille,
hands that reach and hands that teach and hands that try and fail.
Hands that beg and hands that steal and hands that hold the light,
hands that search and hands that touch, warlike hands that fight.
Hands that point and hands that wave, some folded as they pray
hands that take and those that give in a very special way.
Hands that speak with a gentle grace, for those who hear no sound,
a world of words in fingertips has suddenly been found.
Stretch your arms up to the sky, rejoice with hands upraised
For he who gave us each two hands must surely now be praised.