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The Hands of the Village Carpenter

There was a king who invited Artists to sketch the exact hand of Jesus so he can hung it in His palace One of them depicted a Jesus with an Animal looking hand Another depicted that He had the Square or the working hand One of the Artists depicted that Jesus had a skillful hand Another established that the Savior had the Philosophical hand The final Artist sketched a Jesus with a Plane hand The king wasn’t thrill by all the art works, so he never signed it. Why? Because none of the sketched hands reflected the crucifixion of Jesus. Hand’s which once held nails and wood Now being held by nails and wood Battered and tattered hands The hands of a village Carpenter He nailed splinters and carved timbers He gripped lumbers with his bare-fisted fingers In an age without gloves and hand creams In an age without sunscreen lotions A Village Carpenter hands, God’s chosen Son Hands that labored under the harsh eastern sun Hands that raised houses and erected buildings Hands that fashioned furniture and repaired kids’ toys Hands that broke bread and fed multitudes Is now being broken to feed multitudes These were the hands that fed the poor These were the hands that healed the sick These were the hands that made the sea and the fish These were the hands that took bread and dipped it in a dish And gave it to Judas as a gesture of deep love and affection Here was the bread of life Himself, the Son of the living God These were the hands that framed the stars and the skies These were the hands that opened the blind man’s eyes These were the hands that loosed the cold hand of death These were the hands that disarmed powers of darkness These were the hands that washed the disciple’s feet These were the hands that cleansed lepers in the street Oh gentle hands! Never slapping another back Oh lovely hands! Never touching too roughly These hands that bore scars that no lotion could heal These are the hands of Jesus, so powerful and so real These are the hands that convey love, so lovely Oh! What a powerful hands! Oh what a lovely hands

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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