Hands: by Grace Noll Crowell
My hand is large and his is small,
And there is nothing on earth at all
More important than the task
That lies ahead of me, I ask
For wisdom, Lord, that I may lead
This child aright; his every need
Depends on me. Be thou my guide
That I, in walking by his side,
May choose the right paths for his feet,
The days are swift, the years are fleet,
Mark me alert in deed and word
As we go forward, blessed Lord:
His precious clinging hand in mine,
With always, Lord, my hand in Thine.
