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The hair on the back of my hand glistens in the lamp at night it tells me I am a man I am a creature a thing created. I did not create myself even though I act as if I did. You made this body and you keep it alive. When I look at my hand sometimes it reminds me of Jesus who was also a man. I yearn to feel his touch his arms around my shoulders. How often I need his hand on the small of my back giving me a gentle shove. When I picture that hand in my mind’s eye I see the hair the veins that bring the blood from his heart, a heart so full so big it reaches to heaven. It also reaches into my heart when I think of his first noticing and then stooping down to touch the person on the side of the road the person nobody else would go near. I am touched to tears. That was the hand of Jesus reaching down as it does now to this sinner.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Hand
The hair on the back of my hand glistens in the lamp at night it tells me I am a man I am a creature a thing created. I did not create myself even though I act as if I did. You made this body and you keep it alive. When I look at my hand sometimes it reminds me of Jesus who was also a man. I yearn to feel his touch his arms around my shoulders. How often I need his hand on the small of my back giving me a gentle shove. When I picture that hand in my mind’s eye I see the hair the veins that bring the blood from his heart, a heart so full so big it reaches to heaven. It also reaches into my heart when I think of his first noticing and then stooping down to touch the person on the side of the road the person nobody else would go near. I am touched to tears. That was the hand of Jesus reaching down as it does now to this sinner.
This is another of my spiritual-awakening-moments. I find myself on this site with poets/creators many or perhaps most of whom don't relate to the godstuff and yet I feel at home here standing in this garden and all of its fabulous and rich fruits - creations by these lovely creatures. With gratitude to all of you and to David Chadwell for his web piece entitled: “How low will Jesus stoop?”
glenn-currier
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
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