This Man Who Loves Me

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Your hand, strong and calloused,
Reaches slowly, it's purpose clear;
Fingers extend to gently touch
Weeping eyes, capturing a tear,
Your hand makes a home for my fears,
Your tenderness secures my heart;
Your wisdom touches my restless mind,
You are here even when we're apart.

Somewhere between wakefulness
And the deepness of sleep,
You abide ever by my side,
Through the night, me you safely keep.
And far into the stillness of slumber,
You light my way into the day;
I have only to turn and you are there
In this place I want to stay.

Your hand reaches out,
Callouses caressing my spirit awake;
And your love pours from fingertips,
To find me, no matter the path I take.
And that hand is steady, holding mine,
I willingly follow where you go;
Blessed am I to know this hand,
And the man who loves me so.