Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEHOLD MY HANDS, by LULA G. WINSTON


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BEHOLD MY HANDS, by                    
Last Line: We'll feel thy wounds and know the touch divine.
Subject(s): Healing; Peace; Sickness; Cures; Illness


"Behold my hands." Anoint our eyes to see,
O Lord, their wondrous power. We need to feel
Their tender, loving touch, outstretched to heal.
For blind and deaf, alas, O Lord, are we,
And sick with sin, but longing to be free.
Thy lifted hands again, O Christ, reveal,
The wind is strong, and loud the thunders peal,
Speak Thou the words that quieted the sea,
Out of the tempest bring us peace again.
Show us the nail-prints that we may believe,
And let us walk, O Lord, our hands in Thine,
So that, amid the tumult and the din,
When blinded eyes and deafened ears deceive.
We'll feel Thy wounds and know the touch divine.





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