He made the great He made the least <br />From nought, He made the land <br />God holds mankind, each bird and beast <br />Within His mighty hand <br /> <br />As mysteries of The Lamb unfold <br />Each great and wondrous deed <br />To all on earth the truth is told <br />About The Father’s Seed <br /> <br />The truth about the hands they nailed <br />The Christ who rose on high <br />Innocent hands on wood impaled <br />To free both you and I <br /> <br />Those self same hands make mountains low <br />Bring giants to their knees <br />More stronger than the greatest foe <br />More gentle than a breeze <br /> <br />Before God’s Lamb was given birth <br />Or man was ever planned <br />The universe and all on earth <br />Were formed by Jesus’ hand <br /> <br />He stopped the mighty river’s flow <br />Parted the deep red sea <br />Creates a fragile flake of snow <br />And forms a child like me <br /> <br />With touch so soft, like blind read Braille <br />He heals the heart and soul <br />Christ wondrous hand can never fail <br />To meet His every goal <br /> <br />Yet still we fail, we build in doubt <br />Our house on shifting sands <br />Its time to see what God’s about <br />Today; with those same hands…<br /><br />Michael P. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hands-of-christ-2/
