Poetry

Daddy’s Hands

/ pastorpete51 / 2 Comments 
Daddy’s hands were wrinkled
Though he never seemed to care
Each day they opened for his work
At night folded for his prayer

Those furrows on his palms ran deep
And I often wondered why
The years had left their messages
Like old friends passing by

But now when I bend down to help
My grandson trying to stand
If I look, I find that I
Have got my Daddy’s hands!


Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
Deuteronomy 11:19 ESV

My Daddy's Hands
by Peter Caligiuri
copyright 2024
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Trust in God Who Plants the Seed

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In Spring the icy ground awakes
As ice melts down by rain
And flowers once lost beneath snow
Start to unfold again

Then hope after a Winter’s sleep
Comes calling at our door
And with its gentle voice awakes
Forgotten dreams once more

To trust in God who plants the seed
That in cold ground waits alone
For in Springtime it will live again
When He rolls back the stone!


And they asked each other, 
“Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?” 
Mark 16:3 ESV

Trust God Who Plants the Seed
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2024
All rights reserved

Unless the Strings are Tightly Stretched

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Unless the strings are tightly stretched
They cannot start to sing
Until each one is fit in place
No harmonies will ring

But when the Master turn the pegs
Bringing each one up to key
He commands them each to hold their note
Whether G, one A, one B

And the song of Christ is known the best
By those He’s tuned His way
And who by grace will sing those notes
He has written for today!

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, 
for those who are called according to his purpose. 
Romans 8:28 ESV

Unless the Strings are Tightly Stretched
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2024
All rights reserved