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.