TWO HANDS

TWO HANDS

There were two heavenly Hands

From the very beginning of time,

That formed this world we know,

Planning also for your life and mine.

There were two infant Hands,

That clung to His mother so tight,

After leaving His heavenly home,

Pointing this world to the Light.

There were two Hands of a boy,

Growing into that of a man,

Staying behind to teach

Of His Father’s heavenly plan.

There were two Hands of my Lord,

Which held the little children.

Taking time to see their hearts,

Describing His Kingdom as like them.

There were two Hands of my Friend,

Reaching out to the hurting in love,

Healing the sick, restoring the blind,

Pointing to a Home above.

There were two Hands of my Savior,

Pierced by the pounding of nails,

As they hung Him to die for my sins,

Amid earthly cries and wails.

There are two nail scared Hands,

That guide and hold me each day,

In a world filled with sorrow and sin,

Always pointing me to the Way.

There are two heavenly Hands,

That my eyes will someday see,

As I cross that valley of death,

Into Heaven for eternity. 

                                                                                                  

                                                                                        Roberta Pledge 8/8/10