Those Wrinkled Hands
 
I saw those wrinkled hands the first time today
Thinking how often they were folded to pray
Asking God's guidance to guide the way
 Those wrinkled hands
 
Seems like  just yesterday they changed the diaper  For three little boys
They were not wrinkled then, just smooth and soft
Wiping a tear from their eyes to show great love
Placing a band aid  on a wounded knee
Those wrinkled hands
 
The tender touch to those that was so loved
The hands were beautiful, young and fair
Took for granted that they would always be there
Those wrinkled hands
 
God had guided those hands to do many things for Him
To cook the food,  clean the house, to weed the yard IT was often for others you see
The hands were strong not a concern at all
Those wrinkled hands
 
Today as I looked into my lap
I saw knurled and wrinkled hands
It was a surprise to me as I could not believe
They were not there yesterday or were they
The biggest shock of all was
Those wrinkled hands belonged to me
 
Sarah Berthelson