Hands

Hey friends,
I penned this little poem during conference, hope you enjoy.

I roam this world from day to day,
meeting people while on my way.
I often hold their hands in mine,
And feel the subtle marks of time.
As I touch the stories written in their skin,
I can feel the soul within.
In my mother’s hands I feel countless lessons given
I feel the love that makes my life worth livin.
I remember one dark night
my father gripped my hand so tight,
And in that moment I knew it true
Those hands would do anything to see me through.
Yet, there are hands more vivid in my mind
That came to me in a lonely time.
I felt as though all joy had fled from my soul
And these hands came and made me whole.
I looked around, but not a thing I could see.
Yet, I knew, I KNOW an infinite love has touched me.
I continue to roam this world from day to day,
But I do not fear trials while on my way
For I know that when my burden grows to great
Those hands that bear the prints of love will take away weight.