As I sit by the fire
On this very chilly night
My mind drifts back to another
So filled with power and might.
Though many years have passed
And many joys through heartache have come
I still remember the first time
My eyes saw the hands that made this earth His home.
The journey to Bethlehem was Oh so long
The reason we went
Seemed O so wrong!
And yet I trusted God had a plan
He knew the way
He knew the pain
For I trusted we were in His hand.
My baby, my Son was born that night
The night which held much wonder
Much joy, much peace
Because it was held by His great might!
To Your hands I was drawn
As the years went by
Though till much later
I would not know why.
As a babe, I unfolded
And counted each finger
Kissed the knuckles
Kissed the palms
Letting my eyes on them linger.
As a toddler these same sweet hands
Caught You as you fell
Scraped and scabbed
They clung to me at the well.
As a child these
Hands would bring
Water to Your father
As at his work bench
You would lean.
He was always patient
With You as he worked
And with Your hands
Your eyes would “look”.
As a young boy these hands
Held a scroll, teaching in the temple,
Explaining the way
For us to be made whole.
As a young man these held
Me as I cried.
Your father had passed on
And although I tried
You truly were the stronger One.
As Your ministry began
I watched, filled with awe
These hands that healed, blessed
And held comfort for all!
Hands that touched
A grieving father’s heart
Hands that helped push
A lonely widow’s cart.
I never knew why
To these hands I was drawn
Until the that fateful
Morning dawned.
The day brought me
So much pain
I truly hoped,
My life it would claim!
My baby, my Son
His hands were pierced!
These were the very
Palms I had kissed!
“Why, O why was this allowed?
Why, O why?”
My bleeding soul cried!
“Father, What about Your promise to me?
What about the ‘remembrance of Your mercy’?”
The sky turned black
The earth shook
As from this world, death
My baby’s life took.
For three days my soul bitterly wept
I wanted to hold these hands
I wanted to look into His eyes
I did not understand this “plan”.
And then, what He had always said
I finally began to grasp
You see, these hands that
Held, carried, comforted
Also defeated death at last!
My Baby, My Son
Rose from that dark grave
Life to this soul and to yours
From His nail scarred hands
He freely gave!
So, tonight as my mind
Has wandered many years back
I have peace in my heart
That the world does lack.
Through the many pains
And sorrows I’ve had
I can now offer you hope
When your soul is hopeless and sad.
This Baby of mine
Who later turned water into wine,
Came for more than
My eyes could see
He came to set
This captive free!
As this night
Has come again
I pray it passes not
Till on this truth you depend;
My baby, my Son
His hands this
World did make
His life for this same
World He gave!
My Baby, my Son
As it says in His Word
Will soon come again
And out of His mouth
Proceeding a Sword!
He’s coming again
On this you can lean
He is coming
Yes, as our Conquering King!
Beautifuly written D
wow!
That was beautiful. Did you write it?
yes mam. I did
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!aunt deanna!!