Healing Hands
Healing Hands
The hearts of men
Grasp for reasons,
Insolent of behaviours
They administer.
Who worthy themselves
Of defending morals
With splendid mastery
By arguing intellectually?
Whereas hands calm the tide
And wipe away cataracts from eyes
Which see deformed limbs move again,
And lungs flat lay lift the ribs.
How sweet it is
To meet the Son
In all His glory
And be forgiven.
There is no salvation in ignorance;
Let not doors close in anguish.
Seize the moment and grab His hand;
Choose the Saviour’s forgiveness.
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Reference:
John 9:1-41: Jesus Heals a Man Born Blind
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