Those hands that gave and never took <br />Such miracles they did perform, <br />To make the crippled walk again <br />And blessed both man and child, <br />Those hands that caused no harm or pain <br />But only goodness did they yield, <br />So warm and gentle to the touch <br />So pure and undefiled. <br /> <br />Those hands that stilled the raging storm <br />And freed the muted tongue to speak, <br />That fed five thousand hungry souls <br />And made the deaf to hear, <br />Those hands that prayed to God above <br />And cast the cursed spirits out <br />That cared for all who were in need <br />And were so kind and dear. <br /> <br />Those hands so true gave only love <br />Were always willing to forgive, <br />That turned the water into wine <br />And made the blind to see, <br />But yet they nailed them to the cross <br />And drew the blood of holy grace, <br />I shan't forget my Saviour gave <br />His precious life for me.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-hands-that-gave-easter-poem/
