Poem - His Hands

HIS HANDS

Hands of the One who flung stars into space
Were eager to reach out in loving embrace
Hands that created the Heavens above
Delighted to touch us with wonderful love

Hands that belonged to our Heavenly King
Surrendered themselves, laid aside everything
Hands that belonged to the Almighty God
Exchanged all their power and entered our world

Hands that had fashioned mankind from His heart
Took on their humanity, Light in the dark
Hands that relinquished all repute for none
Were willing to work as a carpenter’s son

Hands that had written on tablets of stone
Now wrote on the sand where a girl stood alone
Hands once exalted, their Glory complete
Now humbly knelt down and washed everyone’s feet

Hands that were stretched out to pay a great cost
Received for their mercy, the nails on a cross
Hands that had never been tainted by death
Died there, once for all, the requirements met

Hands bound in graveclothes, securely interred
Arose on the third day, Victory declared!
Hands that showed scars of the nails they had borne
Reached out to a doubter and proved He is Lord!

Hands that held Glory before time began
Returned to that Glory at the Father’s right hand
Hands that were tempted and suffered as we
Now stand interceding that man may be free

Hands that are waiting will one day arise
And at the sound of the trumpet, appear in the skies
Hands raised in victory, His triumph revealed
Will gather together the ones He has sealed

Hands that will beckon the saints sanctified
Will present to the Master a beautiful Bride-
Whose hands will cast crowns and with angels exclaim
Worthy, O Worthy is the Lamb that was slain!

Brónagh Hayes 2009