His hands were soft, small and red
on a crisp morn in Bethlehem . . .
His hands were strong, callused and scarred as
He fashioned a new chair for home . . . .
His hands were confident, gentle and firm as He
touched the sick and lame.
His hands were broken, bleeding and bruised as
He gave His life away.
His hands are reaching out to you drawing,
beckoning and holding you close to
the heart of God.
His hands are calling to your hands to
show us His hands today.