My Father's Hands Are Beautiful

The hands that unveiled my face on our wedding.

My father's hands are beautiful. Father I abandon myself into your hands. I always wished that I had dainty pretty hands but I guess Ill get by with functional strong hands. Her Hands Poem.

My Fathers Hands. Read the following are beautiful. I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments when they arent trying to teach us.

He always looked tired when. The planes are capable of flight but he never flies them. Provided to YouTube by Universal Music GroupFather Stretch My Hands Pt.

Where corn or soy beans would soon grow. Any help is welcome. In a poetic sense often works.

By Michael D Nalley Aug 30 2016 category. Greasy gears nuts and bolts and other parts. My fathers hands worked the land holding the steering wheel of the tractor guiding it down the long straight rows.

Beyond this shadow land Where all is bright and fair I know full well these dear old hands. On one he placed a ring. Now I crave to spend time with him.