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Her Hands
A Poem Dedicated to My Wife in 2002
*"With Her Hands"* Prov 31:13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. The hands of my wife are wrinkled and curled, From long years of busy detail. They are painful all the time, I know. But they have been Touched By the Master's I know, from a time so very long ago. They are continual servants to our Master and Lord Ever since that glorious day When she made the Master, you see, her Lord! One day, I pray, my son's will see "their" wife's hands so pretty as these! They will remember their mom's hands set an example to see So great that they never forgot (when it came time to choose) Some "other-than-mother’s" hands they would see And would realize that only God can make hands so beautiful as these. May 14, 2002 Hubby of Christine E. Lanyon	The Hands of Christine Wise Lanyon Christine developed Arthritis several years ago and without painful use of them their use at all would have ceased because of the pain.