Mommy's Hands (Children's Prayer)

Poem By C.J. Heck

Dear God,
Mommy's hands are very large
and mine are very small.
The things that Mommy's hands can do
mine can't do at all.

She says when I grow up, though,
my hands will grow with me
then I can do what Mommy does.
Dear God,
grow me, please?

Comments about Mommy's Hands (Children's Prayer)

Oh C J...this is so precious...so loving...it is indeed almost a prayer...(for me, anyway...) Just me, Lare
CJ, And she will be blessed to have a mommy teach her. Love your simple approach to a daughter and her mom. Rusty


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