Behold The Hands Poem by Bruce Johnson

Behold the hands, the mighty hands,
of our Creator, God Most High.
The hands that set the earth in space
and fashion stars to fill the sky;
That conquer foes, divide the deep,
through deserts daily lead his sheep.
Behold the hands, the mighty hands,
the beautiful hands of the Lord.

Behold the hands, the bleeding hands,
of One who hangs on Calvary.
The Carpenter, who formed the wood,
is nailed to die upon a tree:
Yet by these wounds God's love is sealed,
the river flows, and we are healed!
Behold the hands, the bleeding hands,
the beautiful hands of the Lord.

Behold the hands, the praying hands,
of Jesus, risen from the dead;
From heaven's throne they pour down grace,
pronounce God's peace upon our heads.
Our names are written in the scars
whose pleas will never be ignored.
Behold the hands, the praying hands,
the beautiful hands of the Lord.

Behold the hands, the glorious hands,
of Zion's King as he returns:
The Warrior wields a blazing sword,
extends his scepter o'er the earth.
All nations see his hands and side,
and many mourn; but hear his Bride,
As she beholds the glorious hands-
the beautiful hands of her Lord!