Hands Of Love

every year when the Christmas season rolls around I find myself trying to wrap my mind and heart around the whole amazingly beautiful miraculous event and I come up short every time, even though there's more often than not something somewhere along the way in the story that grabs me in a new way. one thing that has always been an amazing thought to me was, those tiny baby hands!! maybe because I always loved to hold my babies hands when I snuggled, rocked or fed them. Miss Ava will still hold mamas hand when she sleeps, just this morning she came to my bed and sleepily said mama can I lay side you?? I said sure, crawl up here, and once she did, and was "tuckered in" as she calls it, she said, mama, I want you to hold my hand........anyway, I always loved the simple yet comforting song, He's got the whole world in His hands too!! and when I think of that and then those baby hands that Mary held, I don't know it always leaves me a bit awed. those tiny infant hands, grew to be a man, so capably hold each of us steady, never let us down, faithfully guiding, comforting, loving.......on this earth they were no different than any other, no extra ordinarily huge, or freakishly odd, and yet to know His strength and power and all they encompass, then to look at our own, so feeble, so fragile........ I came across a poem, ( yes, in my need to write, once in a while I can kinda wax poetic :) heehee) I wrote 12 years ago and thot I'd share, along with my all time favorite Christmas worship song, just for your listening pleasure! when I  hear it, I just want to stop anything I'm doing and raise hands, close eyes and weep, happy tears, in awe tears........it's just so beautiful!!
                                            
                Hands Of Love


Mary grasped the tiny hand
Of her infant Son,
And thought about the Angel's news
That He would be the one
Brought to this earth to die upon
A cruel wooden cross
To free the souls of sinful man,
To save them from their loss.
With tears flowing from her eyes,
Mary looked to the Heaven's above,
And thanked her Gracious Father
For those precious hands of love.


Joseph watched the hands of His boy,
Working with the wood,
And envisioned the scars one day they'd bare
For this old worlds good.
How He'd shed His blood upon the tree
To cover all man's sin,
That who so ever freely asked
Could truly be born again.
Tears filled the eyes of Jesus' dad
As he gazed at the Heavens above
He cried, thank you Precious Father
For these sacrificial hands of love.


Lord reach down you're hands of love
And make our hearts be still.
Lord, let our souls feel your hands
Working out your will.
For we want you and your love
To ever be our guide.
To tell others your love story
And the reason why you died.
To help the lost find their way,
To a mansion up above,
To extend to them your priceless gift,
Your nail scarred hands of love!
  


 ( my sister in law surprised me for my birthday one year and had my poem put into music too, that was so special.)