Kenneth N. Unger
Hands - Poem by Kenneth N. Unger
A wonderful God creation for living are your two hands.
Design and Control are built into the use of these hands.
Imagine all the things you can do with your hands.
Blind people read Braille with their hands.
The use of a handshake forms oneness with hands.
Color, race, religion, or sex makes little difference to hands. Healing of the human body is facilitated with hands.
There are limitless ways to prolong life with hands.
Doctors, Nurses, and Dentists give care with hands.
Most important we pray with clasped hands.
Think of this wonderful gift of God's Love.
Pray, Heal, and give Thanks for hands. This is the Beginning of Serving Others and Spiritual Love.
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