A Touch
His young hands worked with wood and nails-those hands
of a carpenter from Galilee...
He and Joseph in the carpenter's shop building together for
all to see.
Those same hands built the universe and calmed a raging sea...
And a touch by His hands caused the blind to see.
Those were the hands that hung the sun in its place...
The same hands that touched a leper and put a smile upon his face.
When those hands touch a life it's never the same...
And when they touch a broken life they remove all the shame.
Those hands hung the stars and fashioned the dunes...
And painted the circle around the eyes of the raccoon.
Those loving hands that touched the blind eye...
Are the same loving hands that are eager to touch and encourage
you and I.
Those same hands that worked with wood and nails...
Are the same hands that can guide each of us on our trails.
TK<><
Copyright © Tom Kesting | Year Posted 2015
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