Hand Print On The Wall

One day as I was picking

the toys up off the floor,

I noticed a small hand print,

on the wall beside the door.

 

I knew that it was something

that I’d seem almost every day,

but this time when I saw it there,

I wanted it to stay.

 

The tears welled up inside my eyes,

as I knew the print wouldn’t last.

I saw that in the days ahead

my children would grow up too fast.

 

Just then I put my chores aside

and held my children tight.

I sang to them sweet lullabies

and rocked them through the night.

 

Sometimes we take for granted

all these things that seem so small,

like one of God’s great treasures,

a small hand print on the wall.

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