Strong Hands Poem by Eddie Johnson

He stood tall, so sure, and so successful.
He stood tall, able to inspire, and so resourceful.

He was my guide along life's treacherous roads,
Whether highways with quick routes to destinations
Or byways full of stops and tumultuous terrains.

He was always there when I needed strong hands.

He brought joy, mounds of pleasure to my soul.
He brought joy, brought me warmth when I was cold.

Soaring in a plan traveling through the heavens,
He was in the cabin reading gages keeping my life on course.
He provided wisdom, knowledge, and needed protection.

He was always there when I needed strong hands.

He was a rock, capable of sustaining hard knocks.
He was a rock, someone of whom I could lean on.

He was a durable and mighty fortress from the storm,
When the rains would come and the winds would blow.
He was someone I could go to when things got rough.

He was always there when I needed strong hands.

He taught me, how to love and to give of myself
He taught me to help others and to do it not for fame.

I was in his classroom and he was my favorite teacher.
He followed his lesson plan and I always did my homework.
He helped to mold me into the person I am today.
He was always there when I needed strong hands.