A Bricklayer's Hands.."they say,
As he tries to hide them away
From placing brick by brick,
His fingers have become hard and thick.
He worked each day,
Never home it seems,
But all around could say,
He built his families hopes and dreams.
"A Bricklayer's hands.."he would say,
As he shyly reached out to the baby's face.
We won't remember how he hurt when he knelt.
The stones, the tools, the rough sand.
What we will remember is how good it felt,
To be touched by the Bricklayer's hands.
One more time he will try to hide them away,
But this time, he will hear Jesus say,
"No need to say more, I see the Bricklayer's hands.
Welcome to the Promised Land."
His fingers will hurt no more,
But he will in heaven, still lay brick by brick,
Only not with fingers hard and thick.
He will be using his Bricklayer's hands,
To build us all a place in the Heavenly Land.
By William Beaver who went to our Heavenly
Father's arms+ (My daughter-in-law Hannah Foster's
grandfather)
{He shyly reached out to the baby's face}
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Diamonds from Heaven/ 4-25-2021
(a short poem I wrote for my granddaughter
Noelle and William Beaver's
great-granddaughter)
Note: You can find these poems underneath
My Favorites #2 under Lori Foster's Stories
