Healing Hands

 

How I'd love to hold the healing hands
to give the slight soft touch
to many a people buried deep in their own bodies
yelling in the dead of the night till the sun downer
crying out, yet in loud eerie silence sentenced....
only audible to themselves and the higher realm.
What can I do for such, but implore you
Oh Merciful Saviour,
for a touch of thy gentle healing hands?
Let them work through the simple words
of little children asking their mothers -
when they'd come back home...
and reminding their daddys to please bring a toy upon their return.
Let them be the miracle to the yearning of the presence of a goodly person
Let them bring a second chance to the one beaten down
by past guilt and grief of what lies ahead -
should they retire to no more sunrise.
These are the very hands that took the nails undeserved,
to give a chance to the undeserving.
They are the morning dew that drips on dry and cracked tongues,
the slow breeze that cools down the heat
of an overworked head, and a failing heart.
The same that receive us back after a long day's toil
when we can toil no more-under the scorching sun.
And when we fall, let us fall - we pray - into the loving arms of He who'll never let us go.
for these are the ancient Healing Hands
the eternally open loving arms of Jesus!

Lucy the Beneficiary💜