THE HAND THAT FEEDS

In the quiet of the morning light, There is a hand that feeds us right. With gentle touch and loving care, It provides for us, always there. Through days of struggle and of strife, This hand sustains us in this life. It offers comfort, warmth, and grace, Guiding us through every place. In times of need, it never fails, This hand that feeds us, it prevails. With selfless love and tender care, It nourishes us, beyond compare. So let us cherish, honor, and heed, The hand that feeds us, in our need. For it is a gift, pure and true, A blessing that will see us through.