I Quietly Approached His Final Place Of Rest,
Instantly Drawn To What Lay Upon His Chest-Â…
For This I Could Not Answer, I Did Not Know Why,
I Laid My Hands Upon His, I Began To Cry-Â…

My Father-‘s Hands Soft, Gentle, And Kind,
Thoughts Of Yesteryear Played In My Mind-Â…
They Picked Me Up And Spun Me Around,
They Had Wiped My Tears Each Time I Fell Down-Â…
The Moments Of Comfort When I Felt Them In Mine,
My Father-‘s Hands So Soft, Gentle, And Kind-Â…
The Books They Held, The Stories They Would Tell,
The Lessons They Taught Me Now All Remembered So Well-Â…
I Left His Side To Try To Speak,
My Own Hands Were Shaking They Felt So Weak-Â…
My Eyes Were Drawn To A Light Above,
My Father-‘s Hands, There With Much Love-Â…
I Silently Prayed For Guidance, For Words,
To Share With All, The Lessons Of Love To Be Heard-Â…
I Stood Before Them And Quietly Spoke,
Tears Clouding My Eyes, The Words Stuck In My Throat-Â…
I Could Feel Their Presence Come Down Upon Me Then,
Their Warmth, Comfort, And Strength There For Me Once Again-Â…
I Told Of The Strength, The Beauty The Love,
Of Those Loving Hands Soft As The Dove-Â….
Standing There In My Peace Knowing He Was Home
Hands Had Touched The Face Of God, Never To Be Alone