Little hands and dimpled fingers, Are not made to pinch and tear, But to move in deeds of kindness, And to fold in thoughts of prayer. God intended little fingers To be filled with flowers bright, But they must not tear one blossom That perfumes the summer night. Little hands can be so gentle! They should never, never dare To be cruel to the creatures God committed to their care. Every rosy little finger, Every loving little hand, Should be lifted up in mercy— Should belong to Mercy's Band. All the dogs and cats and birdies, Are the care of girls and boys, And God will not love or cherish Him who tortures and destroys. Then be gentle little fingers, Weave a web of sunshine's gleams; Fill your days with love and music That shall echo through your dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES CASTLES IN THE AIR by JAMES BALLANTYNE |