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May 15, 2006
Smaller Hands
Stacy wrote the following poem Saturday as a gift to the mothers at our church. I thought I would share it with you as well.
As the husband to a wonderful wife and mother, I stand humbly before God praising Him for His unmerited favor in allowing me to share my life and ministry with Stacy.
Smaller Hands
by Stacy McDonald
God fashioned her with smaller hands,
So she would know His strength.
He made for her a weaker frame,
When measured by her length.
Her skin is soft compared to man’s,
So her baby’s face should feel
Her velvet touch and gentle kiss
When looking for his meal.
Her “mama voice” knows the songs
Her babies like to hear.
She needn’t sing a single word,
Soft humming keeps them near.
When naughtiness is stirred within
Her little ones at play
Her “mama hand” trains them well,
then teaches them to pray.
At times the days seem oh so long
And fear and doubt attack
And schooling seems to not get done
And household chores just stack.
Skeptics sing their siren song,
Wooing from the street,
Tempting her to forsake her call
And for self glory seek.
Yet, one glimpse upon her little ones
And she sees beyond the day
The shaping of the little souls
Where generations lay
Changing a diaper with holy hands
And wiping a messy face—
Are all part of the tapestry,
This masterpiece of grace
Happy is the godly mother,
Who sees within her child
The gift of His eternal peace
A tamed heart that was wild.
The storms of life fret her not
She smiles at the wind
She knows from Whom her strength will come,
His mercy never ends
God fashioned her with smaller hands,
So she would know His strength.
He made for her a weaker frame,
When measured by her length.
Posted by jm at May 15, 2006 09:22 AM