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The hands of God you will see Are those of you and me As we minister to those here below His precious love to show. His hands are those of the groom and bride Clasped as vows they make To be faithful and true Staying close to each other's side Their whole life through. His hands are those of the doctor Who guides a new life into the world And hands it to the mother To hold and welcome with a heart full of love. His hand is the mother bathing the fevered brow And praying just now, Lord heal this dear child And bring again a happy smile. His hands hold the tools Of honorable work To make money To provide for the family. His hand leads a little child Out of danger that is near As the parent holds on tight When the child cries in fright. His hands are those of a neighbor Coming to aid with labor When there is a need The family to feed. His hands stroke the ivory keys Playing a song of praise As to the Father our voices raise Accompanied by the hands on the piano keys. His hands are those of the artist Stroking paint to create a masterpiece Depicting the creation of man From God's mighty hand. His hands are those of a friend Holding a grieving soul Weeping for loss When life comes to an end. His hands are those holding the Bible, God's Holy Word, Reading to people like me and you So we can hear the Good news. The hands of God were nailed to the cross Holding the Son there to die Paying for the sins of you and I Bringing salvation to the lost. © Jane Ward Smith July 23, 2006 *~* JOHN 3: 21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in GOD. |
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