In Her Hands

Red-headed girl meets her dark-haired knight

Years of tender touches, she turns him white

Together, forever, with God they made their plans

Decades have past, and where is his heart?

It’s in her hands

It’s in her touch

It’s in her hold

Her forgiving embrace—

Years of labor

A Lifetime of love—

It’s in her hands

Five babies born in the blink of an eye

So many prayers and a lifetime of lullabies

“Are they grown? Where has time gone?”

She sighs, “Where is that grandbaby of mine?”

It’s in her hands.

It’s in her touch

It’s in her hold

Her forgiving embrace—

Years of labor

A Lifetime of love—

It’s in her hands

Aged, bent, but so steady

Reassuring, soft, ever-ready

And all who have come to know her well

Are reminded of the One whom for us fell

In her we see the scars in Another’s hands—

A bright Reflection of His grace

It’s in her hands.

It’s in her touch

It’s in her hold

Her forgiving embrace—

Years of labor

A Lifetime of love—

It’s in her hands

Red-headed girl meets her dark-haired knight .