Handprints

Handprints on the window

Handprints on the walls

Precious are the handprints

Of all the precious souls

Handprints on my life

Handprints on my heart

Marking all the people

From the very start

Those who've touched my life

Those who've crossed my path

Those who've taught me love

Those who've taught me wrath

Thank you for the handprints

For they have formed my life

And where I am today

Seems to be just fine

When my children were little and would visit my mother, she would leave the fingerprints on the glass for awhile.  I didn't understand why?  Now that my children are grown and I have a grandchild, I understand.  There is something very special about the little things they leave about the house, even their fingerprints.

As we walk through life the people we meet leave their handprints on our lives.  And we leave ours on theirs.  Once we have been there, the handprints stay with them for long after we are gone.  What kind of handprints are leaving on the ones you meet?

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