Rough Hands

As rough hands pass through wired sounds,
I feel the longing deep inside for the time my wait is over,
for the time these rough hands can be held in the grasp of her soft palms.

I remember a day when doubt and worry filled my soul,
My heart was simply a place I couldn't go.

In my folly and in my doubt I had not noticed what was in front of me,
something I had been oblivious to see.

God brought me you for this plan of His I didn't yet know,
to learn to live and to laugh and to grow,
these rough hands now being held in the grasp of her soft palms.

by Preston Person

Comments (1)

this is wonderful. got my heart within the first few lines