Hands

As I stood today, and looked upon a portrait large and still The hands that were painted there So life like, that I could almost feel Their loving touch, their gentle stroke upon my fevered brow Ageless hands, that never did no wrong Precious even now At first I thought, the hands of Jesus they must surely be But when I looked closer No scars could I see I questioned in my mind where did they drive the nails whereby he was hung that day alone small and frail I know they don't belong to Jesus because he died for me He gave his life, so long ago So I could be set free And as I looked again, I realized that it was God's great hands I saw Hands that created Heaven and Earth and wrote the commandments into law Verse after verse ran through my mind of scriptures and songs of old Then thoughts sprung up from deep within and seemed to fill my soul Oh Lord you see my sister dear with hands, diseased and bent You know the pain she suffers Lord the sleepless nights she's spent I know you love her dearly Lord and though I don't understand Help me to pray for her, with faith And to place it all, Dear God within your loving hands