Author Unknown
My little hands play patty-cake
They peek-a-boo and wave. . .
They catch me when I learn to walk
And splash me when I bathe.
My little hands reach up to you
For hugs before I sleep. . .
And fold together when I pray
The Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
But yours will serve to guide me. . .
And when I´m grown I´ll still reach out
And know that you´re beside me.
They peek-a-boo and wave. . .
They catch me when I learn to walk
And splash me when I bathe.
My little hands reach up to you
For hugs before I sleep. . .
And fold together when I pray
The Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
But yours will serve to guide me. . .
And when I´m grown I´ll still reach out
And know that you´re beside me.
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