Our hands are very special
A marvel of design
For all the tea in China
I would not part with mine!
With my hands I grasp and clutch
And hold a thousand things
And in the sky I try to fly
My hands like Angel's wings.
With my right hand I learned to write
With pencil and with pen
In my left hand a rubber can
Rub out my words again!
With both my hands a rock I climb
I really hold on tight
For if i slipped I'd surely die
And that would not be bright!
My hand can hold my children's hands
As we walk in the park
In case they slip and hurt themselves
Especially in the dark!
My hands can carve a piece of wood
Into a bird or fish
Or turn a lump upon a lathe
To make a lovely dish.
My hands can grasp a cricket bat
And score a hundred rúns
My hands can bake a Christmas Cake
And lots of Hot Cross Buns.
My hands can sooth away a pain
Massage away an ache
And with my hands a model
Out of matchsticks I can make!
My hands can paint a picture
Or play upon a flute
My hands can dig a garden
For growing veg and fruit!
There's nothing that my hands can't do
I'm very versitile
And I can give a shadow show
To make my children smile.
So please take care of both your hands
You'll need them throughout life
And pray for those who've lost their hands
Through accident or strife.
God made our hands a special way
Opposlble our thumb
To help us grasp and help us grip
And work for everyone
John Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1132-human-hands/
