Red hands. Cracked hands. Caring hands.
These hands have touched death many times
Not One person forgotten. Carried in my soul.
Caressing hands to the end of breath
With God’s hands in control.
Go to your maker my brother my sister
I will hold your hand until you go.
Not to fear fly now to The One who lives forever
To more love than a human hand can hold.
Jill Autrey Dorman 
Beautiful. It is a somber privilege to be present at a passing. Moreso the passing of a believer.
Yes it is! Thank you David!