Little Hands

Thank you God for dirty hands

That touch my stove and fridge;

For sticky little fingers that

Try to build a bridge.
For careless hands that go astray

In search of something new;

For hands to hold and show the way

As mothers often do.
For precious little hands in which

Great faith so abounds;

For silly little hands that reach

To touch a mother's frown.
And thank you for Your guiding hand

That leads me to the light;

That lifts me when I stumble

And points me to the right.
As little hands reach out to me

To show them what to do,I

'm steadied, reassured and loved

As I reach up to You