The Hand..Not Just a Mere Extension
The human hand, far more than just an extension, of the human arm,
With its use, and without excuse, capable of all goodness, or of harm.
By our hands, we make accomplishments, and help to build a better life
Our hands may toil, to work so hard, earning a living, despite the strife.
Righteous hands, not used in vain, help provide the bread of our lives,
The unclean hand, we must understand, where all filthiness, so thrives.
The callouses and scars, to show, of the owner's hands, a fine character,
Not a stranger to work, and hardships to suffer, an honorable predictor.
The helping hand to be far superior, than the hand out, just in its giving,
The gauge of a person's own integrity, the use of their hands, in living.
The mighty hand, the balled up fist, should be avoided, and us to resist,
The gentle ones, of compassion and praise, of the angels, each kissed.
The wringing of hands, not a solution to solve, nor an answer to resolve,
As human kind, with themselves in mind, to seek the new answers to find.
While the earth to spin, we must comprehend, as about the sun, to revolve.
For ours is to live, others forgive, seeing the good, not walk our path, as blind.
The hands of God, such creative ones, and with His careful and gentle touch,
Has fashioned us in a bright spiritual form, in showing that He loves us so much.
The blood stained hands of our savior, pierced by those iron nails, on the cross,
Has saved our souls, and to leave behind, our emptiness, for we'll never be lost.
Wonderful hands, so uplifting, and kind, with such care, helps our pains, to bare,
Our Mighty Creator, so extends His own hands, as our own, are folded in prayer.
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