“My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor be weary when reproved by him. For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.”
Hebrews 12:5b-6 ESV
Hands aren’t just made for spanking
Or for pulling on our ears
They’re also made for holding ours
And drying all our tears
They pick us up when we fall down
And hold us up us in prayer
At night they tuck us in to sleep
And gently stroke our hair
But the hands I love the most
Were nailed to the cross
Where Jesus took away my sins
So I would not be lost!
Hands by Peter Caligiuri
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5 thoughts on “Hands”
Amen, Pete. I thank God for his merciful hands that keep reaching for mine.
Thanks Dave. I keep reaching up to try and compose adult verse and keep falling back into children’s rhymes. Yet this is where I feel closest to hands that hold me and lead me where He chooses.
What you write works for big people too, Pete. I love it, brother!
Aw Pete, you got me. Good one.
I defaulted quickly to a scene I will hold forever. Our middle daughter was born with her spinal cord sticking out her back and it looked severed (it never really joined). She was rushed 100 miles to a facility for a couple life saving surgeries where I caught up and could see her in the warming incubator (she couldn’t produce enough of her own heat).
I reached through the rubberized hole and her hand immediately came up and grabbed on to one of my fingers, tenaciously held on and would not let go. 41 years, 37 surgeries and 4 major life flights and ambulanced rides later she has never let go. She loves Jesus and that’s what counts
Wow Gary that is an amazing and beautiful story. I am honored that my little poem brought back such a life memory.