IN DADDYS HANDS

In daddy’s hands, he holds our money

In daddy’s hands, he put the fan up in the kitchen

With daddy’s hands, he taught me how to ride a two wheeler bike

In daddy’s hands, he let me shoot a real shotgun

With daddy’s hands, he teaches us teeny tiny stories

With daddy’s hands, he built a tree-house

With daddy’s hands, he built the playroom

With daddy’s hands, he taught me how to play a guitar

In daddy’s hands, he set up the projector to watch movies on the big screen.

With daddy’s hands, he drove us to Boy scouts.

With daddy’s hands, he stood behind me, put his arms around my hands and told me how to swing a base-ball bat.

With daddy’s hands, he through the ball to me and I hit it hard.

In daddy’s hands, he turns the pages of the bible, because he wants us to know more about god.

May daddy’s hands be used to teach people about god.

                                               -Christian-

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Posted by Anonymous

CJ,
That is an awesome poem! Thank you for sharing it with me.
GP

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