Hands

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HANDS

“His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me.”

Hands—

large, small,

 rough, dirty,

 slender, graceful.

Hands caress and soothe,

Wiping away tears.

Hands hit and wound,

Cruelly inflicting pain.

Hands, black with grime,

Skillfully repair engines.

Hands, manicured and perfumed,

Lovingly arrange the roses.

Hands, strong yet gentle,

Carefully cradle the baby.

Hands, wrinkled and brittle,

Wisely touch the generations.

But the hands that hold the sparrow

 Hold us all.

His hands are gentle enough

To soothe the troubled soul.

His hands are strong enough

To defeat the mighty demons.

His hands are large enough

To welcome all the nations.

His hands lovingly

Created the delicate roses.

His hands wipe away all tears,

And keep them in a bottle.

His hands chose

Not to inflict pain,

But to be pierced

In pain,

For me.

Published by nancyhamiltonsturm

After raising a family and then teaching for over 20 years, I retired from full-time work. Now I spend time with family, tap dance, take long walks in nature, read, and write. I have published two stories in Chicken Soup for the Soul books and over a dozen devotions. My current goal is to publish a book of meditations over the gospels and to share my devotional writing on my blog. I hope you enjoy and are inspired.

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