My Daddy's Hands (Poem)
My daddy's hands held me up when I first began to walk.
His voice filled the room with praise when I first began to talk.
My daddy's hands opened the Bible and pointed to a verse,
His voice explaining how I was loved by the King of the Universe.
My daddy's hands guided mine when I learned to pluck the strings,
His voice joining in with mine as we began to sing.
My daddy's hands have built our house, a well-accomplished task.
His voice has answered all the many questions that I've asked.
My daddy's hands hold me close in a warm embrace.
His voice tells me of his love as he looks into my face.
I want to use my hands in love, just like my daddy does,
And I also want to use my voice to tell him of my love.
I love you, Daddy.