Sir Isaac Newton once said,
in the absence of any proof
the thumb alone would convince
me that Jesus lives and is not dead.
Nothing in nature rivals the hands combination,
of agility, sensitivity,and sensation.
Just as artists have tried to visualize
the face of Jesus Christ,
I try to visualize his hands through
the various stages of his life.
I imagine his hands as an infant,
soft as a powder puff.
I imagine his hands as a carpenter,
callused and rough.
I imagine the healing hands of God's son,
he could have healed everyone at once,
but he preferred touching them one by one.
I imagine his hands on the cross
and what it was like,
for those beautiful healing hands
to be pierced with a spike..
His weight hung from them,
releasing his blood for all to see.
Is there a sadder sight than that of
the Son of God hanging, dying from a tree?
He suffered for us but did not complain,
he arose from the dead but the scars remained.
He chose to keep the scars as a symbol to everyone
that our sins have been paid for by Gods son.
He knows what life and suffering on earth is like,
his hands prove it,
with scars from the spikes.