My Sister's Hands

This picture is one that we took after a worship service in La Palma. Doug was able to get high enough to get a view of all of our hands clasped together. This is one of my favorite pictures from La Palma, mostly because it has the hands of some of the most precious women I've ever met. But the reason I wanted this picture taken was because of a song I learned at a ladies' retreat just over a year ago. Read the words to the song below:

My sister's hands are fair and white; my sister's hands are dark

My sister's hands are touched with age, or by the years unmarked

And often when I pray for strength to live as He commands

The Father sends me sustenance in my sister's hands

My sister's hands are lined and worn with burdens of their own

And yet I know that should I mourn, I need not weep alone

For often as I seek His grace to lighten life's demands

The Father sends me solace borne in my sister's hands

My sister's hands: compassion's tools that teach my own their art

Witnesses of charity within the human heart

Bearers of the Savior's love and mercy unto man

I have felt the Master's touch in my sister's hands

I think any of you who have been on trips to La Palma will agree that this song reminds you of one or more of the sisters there.

Dios le bendiga,

Lori

P.S. If you'd like to listen to an MP3 version of the song, you can go to: http://www.defordmusic.com/mysistershands.htm .