Hands

Hands


Walking along the road hands swinging slightly to and fro
Where they are swinging to, they don't know
The feet are in control of this path of life
The hands just follow and await their strife

Tis not always fair this constant unknown
For the feet they have a mind of their own
They lead into sunshine and light
Through sorrow and might

They walk to a purpose only they seem to know
Sometimes with notice and sometimes just "on the go"
They take with them the hands that are so eager to comply
The hands that never question the where or the why?

Once to the destination the hands begin their search
When suddenly they come upon a touch that makes them lurch
For through touch they discover their real true bliss
To hold, to comfort, to embrace, to rejoice, to pull someone close for that special kiss

Hands are a treasure unlike no other
They hold strength and compassion to share with another
They are God's gift to us to share in His glory
For it is in the palm of His hands that hold us during life's fury

It is He that comforts us through the hands of another
It is He that bathes us in love through the hands of each other
It is his feet that take us from here to there
So our hands can join with all to share....