Hands

His hands had worked at carpentry
And built strong things of wood,
But then His hands laid down the tools
And worked a greater good.
His hands were placed on heads that bowed
And blessings they received.
His hands raised up a maiden, dead,
To joy of those bereaved.
His hands washed feet covered in dust
Though “Master” was His name.
His hands touched eyes that never saw
And sight to sightless came.
His hands broke bread and passed the cup,
Both of which He had blessed.
He taught His friends to eat and drink
And find in Him their rest.
His hands were clasped in fervent prayer
As He bore all our sins.
He drank the bitter cup and thus
Our hope of life begins.
His hands were nailed upon a cross
And there He gave His life:
The innocent who sacrificed
To pay for sins and strife.
His hands stretched out, to demonstrate
To those whom He called friends
That it was He who paid the price;
At His hands, death would end.
His hands have beckoned me, and He
Asks if I’ll follow Him.
I humbly plead that He will guide
My hands to be as His.

I am so grateful for my Savior and for His hands, that lift and help me everyday especially lately when everything has seemed to turn upside down I know I just have to trust in Him and follow what is right and it will all work out for good!