The Hands Of Christ Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England

The Hands Of Christ



He made the great He made the least
From nought, He made the land
God holds mankind, each bird and beast
Within His mighty hand

As mysteries of The Lamb unfold
Each great and wondrous deed
To all on earth the truth is told
About The Father’s Seed

The truth about the hands they nailed
The Christ who rose on high
Innocent hands on wood impaled
To free both you and I

Those self same hands make mountains low
Bring giants to their knees
More stronger than the greatest foe
More gentle than a breeze

Before God’s Lamb was given birth
Or man was ever planned
The universe and all on earth
Were formed by Jesus’ hand

He stopped the mighty river’s flow
Parted the deep red sea
Creates a fragile flake of snow
And forms a child like me

With touch so soft, like blind read Braille
He heals the heart and soul
Christ wondrous hand can never fail
To meet His every goal

Yet still we fail, we build in doubt
Our house on shifting sands
Its time to see what God’s about
Today; with those same hands…

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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