Proverbs 31: 30-31
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
While the steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord
The hands of a good woman are certainly to be adored.
Young hands once embraced her lover’s strong hands
as they joined in holy matrimony,
They embarked on an adventure
That built a lasting legacy and testimony.
Tender hands to hold the precious babies
Firm hands to administer discipline to the naughty
Loving hands to console the scraps and bruises
While always skilled hands, though never haughty.
Eager hands seeking God’s design for her life
Led to a life of devotion to her Savior,
The Holy Bible became her nourishment
And she desired more and more to gain His favor.
Strong hands contributed to the household funds
Working long hours in many different places
While sewing, serving or selecting fashion
She was a blessing to many special faces.
Vigorous hands displayed her devotion to her family
As unselfishly displayed in her desire to help whenever
Cleaning, folding, ironing or sewing clothes
Those diligent hands displayed a love to last forever.
Adventurous hands loved to play with the kids
Who says a grandmother can’t ride a trike?
She broke her wrist while roller skating
So it was much less dangerous to ride a bike!
Skillful hands designed many a quilt and afghan
All were grateful for the love contained in each stitch
And Praised the Lord for the loving hands
While we snuggled neath the softness without an itch.
Open hands always offered a hug
She wanted to make sure that everyone heard
Of her love and God’s, praying and trusting that
All would surrender and follow His word.
Fragile hands no longer able to cook and clean
Still wrote those letters and many a birthday greeting
She couldn’t remember if she had sent that card
Sometimes they received more than one reading.
Weak hands depended on her family for strength
Too frail to breathe without the oxygen tube in her nose
Coughing increased and eating was a struggle
She moved around the house with that clear hose.
Determined hands instructed her son to resist delaying her
Ready to reunite with her parents in Beulah Land
She used her last breath trying to help her husband
And in the arms of her oldest son she surrendered her hand.
Thank you Mom, Grandmother, MeeMaw for using those beautiful hands God gave you to bless each of us!
Another prompting to honor another mother.
This was written in 2009 for the birthday of my husband’s mother. She enjoyed reading my one and only attempt at poetry!! Again I was able to express in writing what I had difficulty telling her in person.
The last two paragraphs were added after she died in 2010.
