My Hands MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   My HandsRough, cracked, stained with greaseBlistered, calloused, and abused by dirtGifts from heaven strong and powerfulThey protect people precious to meThey grasp, they stretch, they tug, and they pullWith no complaints when tired and soreThey build and create cedar chests and cabinetsClean and repair toys for little childrenNo money can buy what my two hands can doAnd they become more valuable the more they are usedby Jared Richardson, Magna, UT



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