His Hands

by Saundra Brewer and Richard Mowry

His hands reached out to those oppressed,
Can we do less than our very best?

Holistic hands once healed the lame,
And drove the demons from those insane.

He multiplied the bread they ate,
Can we feed the hungry at our gate?

His hands reached out to heal the sick,
Neither sinner nor saint He would restrict.

His hands encouraged those defeated
In our own hands, His task completed.

To those who were homeless or alone,
He offered an eternal home.

Like Jesus, can we embrace the people
Who may be injured, frail or feeble?

Those hands that healed were pierced by nails,
To save the sinner when he fails.