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Novella B Van Almen
March 30, 1931 ~ August 24, 2017 (age 86) 86 Years Old Light a Candle
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A candle was lit by Miranda (Little Novella) Mayle
on August 8, 2019 12:38 PM
Message from Denine Geisen
September 20, 2017 6:27 PM
Mama's Hands
I saw you hide your hands in line, behind that lady fair,
I noticed too, hers soft and white - immaculate from care.
But Ma, I say, it’s no disgrace to have workin’ hands like you,
And had she lived the life you have, she’d have hands just like that too.
But her hands have never hauled in wood, or worked in God’s good earth.
They’ve never felt the bitter cold, or chopped ice for waitin’ stock,
They’ve never doctored sick ones, or dressed a horse’s hock.
They’ve never pulled a hip-locked calf, or packed water to the barn.
They’ve probably never patched blue jeans, or had worn ol’ socks to darn.
They’ve never touched a young’n, or caressed a fevered head,
With hands so gently folded, all night beside his bed.
They’ve never scrubbed a kitchen floor, or done dishes everyday.
They’ve never guided with those hands a child who’s lost the way.
They’ve never made a Christmas gift, shaped by a lovin’ hand.
They’ve never peeled apples, nor vegetables they’ve canned.
They’ve never worn a blister, or had calluses to show,
For all they’ve done for others, and the kindnesses I know.
So you see, my dearest Mama – yours are hands of love.
And I bet the Lord will notice when he greets you from above.
(Author: T.J.Casteel)
I saw you hide your hands in line, behind that lady fair,
I noticed too, hers soft and white - immaculate from care.
But Ma, I say, it’s no disgrace to have workin’ hands like you,
And had she lived the life you have, she’d have hands just like that too.
But her hands have never hauled in wood, or worked in God’s good earth.
They’ve never felt the bitter cold, or chopped ice for waitin’ stock,
They’ve never doctored sick ones, or dressed a horse’s hock.
They’ve never pulled a hip-locked calf, or packed water to the barn.
They’ve probably never patched blue jeans, or had worn ol’ socks to darn.
They’ve never touched a young’n, or caressed a fevered head,
With hands so gently folded, all night beside his bed.
They’ve never scrubbed a kitchen floor, or done dishes everyday.
They’ve never guided with those hands a child who’s lost the way.
They’ve never made a Christmas gift, shaped by a lovin’ hand.
They’ve never peeled apples, nor vegetables they’ve canned.
They’ve never worn a blister, or had calluses to show,
For all they’ve done for others, and the kindnesses I know.
So you see, my dearest Mama – yours are hands of love.
And I bet the Lord will notice when he greets you from above.
(Author: T.J.Casteel)
A candle was lit by Denine Geisen
on September 20, 2017 6:26 PM
A candle was lit by toniA
on September 20, 2017 5:12 PM
A candle was lit by Sue Van Almen
on August 30, 2017 12:32 PM
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