December 11, 2007 at 5:06 am (Beliefs, Poetry)
Tags: Baby Jesus, hands, Jesus
As infant hands
they clasped around Mary’s finger.
As all infant hands do.
They obediently served,
Both Mother and Father.
As God’s word says
we all should do.
In the ministry,
the blessed hands of Jesus,
touched, and healed,
all who were sick.
With tenderness and love
His hands touched lives.
One day, they were pierced,
nailed to an old rugged cross.
Out of love, they suffered, for you.
Now the loving hands of Jesus
reach out to you, waiting,
for you to place your hands
forever in His.
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