Well, I couldn’t come up with a list of things I like that I thought was (a) connected enough to my faith and (b) would be interesting enough to y’all to warrant a post. So, instead of a “Hit List” today (I’ll keep plugging away at it sometime), I’m going to give you a little original poetry. Hope you like.
Hands
The Wounded Hands uplift and heal—
their grip is sure and strong.
They do no harm, they never steal—
they’ll guide your soul along.
The Foul Hands, like puppeteers,
manipulate and bind—
will help you sin and help you err—
and wrongful deeds help find.
The Wounded Hands are scraped and raw—
they do what work needs done.
The Foul Hands, unmarred they are—
they maim and think it fun.
Grasp the Wounded Hands and feel
a love that’s freely given.
Take the Foul Hands and reel—
by hatefulness they’re driven.
When times are ill, call to the Lord—
the Wounded Hands will save.
But if to Foul Hands you turn—
you’ll find yourself a slave.
Be not dismayed by bleeding hands—
their blood was shed for us.
Pierced on behalf of sinful man—
and yet, we do not trust.
Beware seducing hands that stroke,
but leave you when you cry.
Those hands will scratch and strike and choke
… once they’ve drained you dry.
The Wounded Hands, the Savior’s hands,
are open to us all.
The Foul Hands are Satan’s hands—
they beckon; shun their call.