A mother's hands reach out to bless her children and reach up to praise the Lord. They're always loving, often praying, and ever giving more than she keeps for herself.
A mother's hands may tire, but they never expire in their efforts to do good for those she loves.
A mother's hands may age, but her influence lasts forever.
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the Lord. Psalm 134:2
A Christian poem for mother's
(from Meg Cheah)
