My Hand
God's Garden
Poems by Others
I see a hand, familiar, strong
Yet also strange and weak
Doing things it loves to do
Yet learning to be meek
Tender on the backside
Tired, old and fraile
Working hard to meet the needs
Yet somehow often fails
Do you suppose that hand is known
By Him who rules as King
The lines, the cracks, the wrinkled skin
Where once there was a ring
Do you suppose that hand would matter
Whether there or not
There to touch, there to serve
A little or a lot
And if it there who else would see
The age and life within
Who else would know the tenderness
That's just beneath the skin
One you say, that placed the ring
Upon that favored hand
And gave to him a pledge for life
This woman to this man
Years gone by and time has passed
This hand is now alone
Longing to be hand in hand
With the one it's known
Oh yes I see a hand
With all it has to share
Saddened by the loss of one
That is no longer there
Oh yes I see a hand
Wrinkled from the years
Strengthened through the test of time
Softened by the tears
Have you seen this hand
And wondered where it's been
If it could only talk to you
It'd give the thanks to Him
To Him who took this lost old hand
And gave it to another
To Him who isn't shamed to be
A close friend and a brother
To Him who came to give His life
And show us how to give
To Him who served His Father's heart
And showed us how to live
To Him who let them take His hands
And nail them to a cross
To Him who did not for Himself
But counted this life loss
Do you see these tired old hands
They're in his Savior's grace
Receiving love and strength to serve
Within His warm embrace
(c) Copyright 2006
Who Are We?
Depending On
Eleven
Wretched Man
A Room Within My Heart
Grace At The Start
To Be a Father
Tired Of
My Hand
Staying
Grace
Do You Know Me?
Your Grace
You Still Love
Untemptable God
A Special Love
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