I remember as a strong fisherman

  pulling his nets, a far off seeing the catch

  With the wooden rod, slaps on the water, fish to draw

  His hands pulling, pushing, whittling, carving

  His hands weaving, threading, poking, prodding

Strength was in his hands

I remember as a devoted father

  smoothing the wrinkled pages to pray

  With the brewed coffee, black as syrup to sip

  His hands moving, stirring, guiding, soothing

  His hands directing, correcting, holding, loving

Strength was in his hands

I remember as a diligent businessman

  striving his way, dreams to become a reality

  With the suit and tie, a strong woman by his side

  His hands working, strengthening, molding, developing

  His hands reaching, greeting, building, succeeding

Strength was in his hands

I remember as a committed grandfather

  searching the moments to always remember

  With the Ol’ Ranchero, a thrill of adventures to find

  His hands steadying, nurturing, playing, resting

  His hands embracing, shielding, releasing, surrendering

Strength was in his hands

I remember as a merciful Saviour

  permitting the cruelty, my sins setting free

  With the rugged cross, a message of amazing love

  His hands bleeding, hanging, stretching, dying

  His hands redeeming, restoring, delivering, healing

Strength is in His Hands

I remember as a faithful King

  surrounding His creation, His children to welcome home

  With a crown of glory, a revelation of eternal hope

  His hands opening, receiving, enfolding, revealing

  His hands exposing, erasing, consuming, immersing

Strength is always in His hands…

penned 10/25/12 – MG