His Hands

Posted by Culley Davis on

When we are born into this world, we cannot even stand.
The first things that we feel are others’ caring hands.
Mothers, fathers, doctors, and nurses use their hands to meet our needs.
Before we even know what’s what, we’re blessed by their kind deeds.

Then we feel the hands of others whom we love:
Siblings, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who are sent from up above.
When we’re young, their loving hands guide us to do what’s right.
Without the hands of family and friends, we may give up on our fight.

As we continue to grow older, we encounter more hands still,
Trusting many others to help us climb life’s hills.
Teachers, colleagues, church members, and employers support us when we fall.
Policemen, firemen, coaches, and trainers inspire us to stand tall.

Pilots, drivers, tour guides, and mechanics keep us on the move.
Dentists, pharmacists, chiropractors, and doctors ensure our health improves.
And then one day, we might find the true love of our life.
Afterward, we hold the hands of a dear husband or wife.

As you can see, every day we trust in many hands.
We rarely spare a second thought; we’re so focused on our plans.
It’s easy to get wrapped up in the chaos that’s within,
Why many of us don’t know whose hands we’re really in.

So why do we question the greatest hands of all?
The hands that dearly loved us even before the Fall?
The hands that offer peace to every girl and boy?
The hands that can guide us to a land of untold joy?

Jesus is the One who cares for us the very most,
The One who looks after our needs like a good host,
The One who’s always there for us, twenty-four/seven,
The One who watches over us, looking down from Heaven.

How many people did He heal with the touch of His blessed hand?
How many lives did He save after writing in the sand?
How many lives does He continue to save each and every day?
If you reach your hand out to His, He will never take His away.

How many children did He hold and bless with His precious hands?
How many footprints did He leave upon the worn sand?
How many people does He try to warn and keep from harm’s way?
Did His hands not feed the five thousand, thus granting them a new day?

Some loaves of bread, a couple of fish—He touched them, and they were fed.
After they remained in His presence, over them a peace did spread.
The blind were made to see again; the lame were made to walk.
The afflicted became whole again as the Savior talked.

The water must have blushed when touched by the Master’s hand,
For it reddened into wine in a vision most grand.
When He saw His reflection, He knew what this was for,
Was it not for His mother whom He loved and adored?

At the close of His ministry, as His life drew to an end,
He called out to His Father, His true and dearest Friend.
With hands clenched tightly, He pleaded for the trial’s end,
To do the will of God above that we might live again.

As He prayed to His Father, He bled from every pore.
His hands must have been full for the sins that He had bore.
He took upon Himself the sins of all past and future men
That we might have everlasting life and live with Him again.

They took His robe, tore His clothes, and tied Him to a post;
Jesus received no mercy even though He loved us the most.
They even flogged and beat Him without a blink of remorse.
They tortured our dear Savior as if it were a matter of discourse.

His hands then carried the rough and heavy cross.
He bore this until His strength was almost completely lost.
His time was soon approaching; Golgotha waited up the hill.
He suffered to please His Father, to see eternal life fulfilled.

Roman soldiers took His hands; they nailed them one by one,
The wrists, hands, and then the feet of the only begotten Son.
He bled some more for you and me to wash away our sins,
The only One so pure and clean who could make our new life begin.

Three days went by, and miraculously from the tomb He rose.
He came first to Mary, and these are the words He spoke:
Know that I do live again; tell the others what you have seen.
I’ve come to finish my Father’s will and free humankind for Eternity.

Jesus appeared again as they gathered to know His will.
In shock, they gazed upon their Savior, and all became so still.
He declared, Feel the marks of the nails that pierced my hands.
It was here I felt the truth of my Father’s eternal plan.

Know that I’m your Savior and your ever-loving King.
I came to give you proof of my love and eternal reign.
I promise you, as said by prophets and holy men alike,
That all may enter Heaven and have eternal life.

Before He takes us all under His holy wing,
We must love Him as our Savior and accept Him as our King.
As we give our love to others so that we all might be friends,
He will do the same for each of us until the very end.

Yet of all the hands in which we invest,
Why do we struggle to trust the hands that offers us the very best?

No other hands have done more for all mankind.
No sacrifice was greater, for it left no one behind.
What hands can do more to comfort, heal, or caress?
No other hands can give us peace in the face of eternal rest.

He is the only One that helps us understand
How sin, pain, and sorrow can be erased at the Lord’s command.
All His love and power live in the simplest of hymns.
There will never be another we can trust more than Him.

Today, tomorrow, and forevermore, His hand always extends,
Pleading, imploring each of us to worship Him again.
He comes to us with patient hands stretching from above.
He calls after each of us, unceasing with His love:

Come unto me, all yea that labor and are heaven-laden still.
Take my yoke upon you, feel my love, and be healed.
And be thou clean and free from sin, just as the Lord commands,
And taste the joy and happiness found only in our Savior’s loving hands.

Culley W. Davis

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