Working in the night, after the children are in
bed,
Those sore hands pack another box of cards:
Working in the day,
with
children running round and breathing the dust,
Those tired hands work on
another sleeve:
Working in the slow afternoon,
Years after the children
have gone,
Old fingers hold the knitting needles.
God bless them all,
Give
them rest, fair pay,
Safety, security, companionship
And hope.
Through
Jesus Christ our Lord.
IMSY