Hands

by Grace Noll Crowell

My hand is large and hers is small,

And there is nothing on earth at all

More important than the task

That lies ahead of me, I ask

For wisdom, Lord, that I may lead

This child aright; her every need

Depends on me. Be Thou my guide

That I, in walking by her side,

May choose the right paths for her feet.
The days are swift, the years are fleet,

Mark me alert in deed and word
As we go forward, blessed Lord:

Her precious clinging hand in mine,
With always, Lord, my hand in Thine.