If It Weren't For Hands

Hands - Oh, what thoughts a hand can weave, I wonder
A mother's hands to hold her first born by her breast
Doctor's hands - to heal, a friend's hand to hold you
Mom 'n' dad's dominant fingers to point your mistakes
Hands to touch, to hold, to feel, to . . .
Each hand gifted with five delicate fingers to cling by
Unforgettable times when I clamped my dad's fingers tightly
Fearing that he'd leave me and vanish once I let go
The beauty of creation was by 'His' hands,
the Creator of small and big
His hands designed and molded each creature walking this life!