The gift of life was given me,
but on no ordinary day,
Fitting perfectly in the palm of his hand,
he always used to say
A man, larger than life
who held me with such care
With hands so strong, yet gentle
knowing he’d always be there
Hands that kept me entertained
as I grew, year by year
My wonder at the secret trick
when a coin appeared, from behind my ear
Those sick days when my ear would hurt
his warm hands would stop the ache
Simply no one else would do
cause that’s a magic you just can’t fake
Hands that clearly sent a message
when a boy came ‘round to date
His handshake told of consequences
if I was even a minute late
Hands that applauded my accomplishments
and folded when I needed prayer
I knew those hands would comfort me
were I ever in despair.
And in that comfort, I was held, until we said goodbye
solace in the notion that beside him again I will stand
For passage to the other side is His promise of our journey
together, hand in hand.
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