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
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