While waiting for her son Beneath her heart within, She'd often feel his hands Moving inside her skin. He'd stretch his arm and hand And push out on her side She'd lovingly push it back With a smile so sweet and wide. She could hardly wait For his upcoming birth To touch his tiny hands And welcome him to earth. Then it finally came, The night that he was born. With joy she couldn't contain, She held him until morn. She explored his tiny fingers. She counted all his toes. She wanted to get to know him, His ears, his cheeks, his nose. The wonder of it all, At this new baby boy! She could not hold back. She wept with tears of joy. She touched his tiny hand, A miniature of her own. He squeezed it tight on her finger. Such joy she had never known! The time passed and he grew. As a toddler, it was grand To walk along and hold His fleshy little hand. She taught him many things. Together they spent hours. She'd take his little hand And touch it to a flower. When she would hold him close, He soon developed the knack Of hugging her 'round the neck, His tiny hand patting her back. As her son grew older, His young hands also grew. He learned many ways to use them. Each day brought something new. She helped him learn to read. She helped him learn to write. Then, as the day was ending, She'd pray with him at night. He learned to use a hammer With which to drive a nail. He'd sometimes strike his finger And let out quite a wail! Her son continued growing And soon became a man. She loved him just as much As when his life began. His hands were now full grown, So strong, yet tender, when He, with deep compassion, Comforted a friend. She was extremely grateful When his hands would fold; And bowing his head in prayer, To his Father in Heaven he'd hold. As the years flew swiftly by, She watched her son with pride, His strong but gentle arms And hands there at his side. She then thought her life was over. She suffered unspeakable loss When her son's beloved hands Were nailed to a wooden cross... But that was just the beginning. For he died and rose again. Her sorrow then was ended, And joy replaced her pain. For, you see, her son was Jesus, God coming to earth as man, To save us from our sins According to His plan. We cannot save ourselves. Our sins would lead to death. God put our sins on Jesus, The perfect and the best. With this came our forgiveness If we believe in Him And ask Him into our hearts, He'll take away our sins. As He was resurrected, Eternal Life He'll bring To all who have faith and believe And to His hand will cling.