Patty cake bakery
Baker man!
You use flour
We, only our hands
Here’s the church
Here’s the steeple
Open the door
And see all the people.
Hands for play
Are the children’s
All day.
See the little hands grow.
Hands for holding,
Connecting our hearts
As we skip and sway
Holding rope to jump
Our little hearts pump
As older folks look on.
Then to school
Hands hold their
First tool.
The golden rule
Crafting letters
Spelling out our days
Crayons, our delight,
Take away the fright
Of growing,
Gliding us down
Rainbows to pots
Of gold!
Some hands learn
to lead,
Others are better
At loving
The noblest of hands
Are the ones that heal.
All kinds of poverty
Teach innocent hands
To fight
Awaiting the gracious
Hands that heal
While striving for
Their right
Searching for the light
Praying hands of
The Older ones
Pray unceasingly
For the children
For love slipping away
Let thy hands be grace
With fingers like lace
Covering a broken world
With healing and beauty
For a better day.