The Love in His Hands by Jennifer Attaway

The Love in His Hands

By Jennifer Attaway

You have such kind hands Daddy.

Hands that tenderly hold babies and little children to Your chest.

Hands that gently wipe tears from the faces of Your beloved.

You have such strong hands Daddy.

Hands that hold back crowds and control vast multitudes.

You have such holy hands Daddy.

Hands that feed thousands from five loaves and two little fishes.

Hands that, by a single touch, instantly restore our sight to the eyes of one who's blind.

You have such kind hands Daddy.

Is that why you always look for one lost sheep, no matter how long it takes and then joyfully gather it into Your arms when found?

Is that why You allowed them to beat You and spit on You without giving up and destroying them with a single word?

You have such strong hands Daddy.

Is that why there are calluses there, because You worked so hard to help Your father with his carpentry?

Is that why you were able to hang from a cross by mere pegs driven into Your flesh?

You have such holy hands Daddy.

Is that why you can create a human being from dirt?

And is that why there are such rough, nail-like scars in Your palms?

I think Your hands are beautiful Daddy, just beautiful.