The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
The hand that rocks the cradle
Rules the world, they say,
For in a mother’s gentle care
A child is shaped each day.
Not with crowns of gold she rules,
Nor sits on royal throne,
But in the quiet of her love
Great seeds of life are sown.
Her hands may seem so ordinary,
Yet heaven knows their worth,
For through her prayers and guiding words
She shapes the hearts of earth.
She wipes away the falling tears,
She lifts the weary head,
She speaks of hope and kindness
In the little things she said.
The hand that rocks the cradle
Teaches faith and grace,
Showing love and patience
In each warm embrace.
And though the world may never see
The power that she gives,
The future of tomorrow
In a mother’s heart still lives.
So bless the hand that rocks the cradle,
Strong though soft and kind,
For in a mother’s loving touch
God’s goodness we can find.
Written for Georges Web Ministries
GOD IS A GOOD GOD
GOD KNOWS GOD LOVES AND GOD CARED
MONDAY 16th March 20261