THE ERRANDS OF ANGELS

"MY SISTER'S HANDS"

by Sally DeFord

My sister's hands are fair and white;

my sister's hands are dark

My sister's hands are touched with age,

or by the years unmarked

And often when I pray for strength to live as He commands

The Father sends me sustenance in my sister's hands

My sister's hands are lined and worn with burdens of their own

And yet I know that should I mourn, I need not weep alone

For often as I seek His grace to lighten life's demands

The Father sends me solace borne in my sister's hands

My sister's hands: compassion's tools that teach my own their art

Witnesses of charity within the human heart

Bearers of the Savior's love and mercy unto man
I have felt the Master's touch in my sister's hands

Church Music Contest: Relief Society Division - Award of Distinction 1993

I attended our stake Relief Society program for visiting teachers last night and was so touched by this song. Yes, I cried. I wept through the entire meeting. Big suprise. There were some beautiful testimonies borne and stories of service above and beyond. But, even though I love my visiting teachers and think of them as angels at times, I couldn't help but think of my own wonderful, blood-on, fully related sisters and the examples all four have been in my life. I know they got their compassion, willingness to work and tender thoughtfulness from our MOM. I don't have to look far for my angels...