Silken Steel

Silken Steel

His hands are strong enough to move mountains, or to hold back the waters of a sea. His hands flung the enemy from heaven to the earth in the time it takes for lightening to flash. Yet these same hands scooped up dirt and gently molded it into the shape of a man and tenderly lifted it to His lips and breathed Life into it.

His hand can hide the sun from our view and then gently anoint my head with His precious oil. His hands can shut the mouths of lions and keep them shut, yet His hands can open ther tiniest bud to bring a flower into full bloom.

His hands are silken steel; strong beyond belief, yet soft and gentle as a whisper. His hands are so big I can snuggle into them like a big warm bed, yet His hands can reach inside me and tenderly massage my heart, heal every wound in it and make every scar of disappointment vanish. His hands..... those hands with the nail holes in them.