His Hands

His Hands tools of creation

Stronger than nations

Power without end

And yet through them We find our truest Friend

His Hands Sermons of kindness

Healing men's blindness

Halting years of pain

children waiting To be held again

His Hand would serve His whole life though

Showing man what hands might do

Giving, ever giving endlessly

Each day was filled with selflessness

And I'll not rest

Til I make my hands what they could be

Like the ones from Galilee

His Hands Warming a beggar

Lifting a leper

Calling back the dead

Breaking bread Five thousand fed

His hands Hushing contention

Pointing to Heaven Ever free of sin

Then bidding man to follow Him

They take His hands

His mighty hands

Those gentle hands and then they pierce them

They pierce them

He lets them because of love

From birth to death was selflessness and clearly now

I see Him with His hands calling to me

and though I'm not yet how I could be

I will make My hands like those from Galilee

To serve others willingly and unselfishly should be one of our greatest virtues. It is not even a matter of choice. It is an obligation, a sacred command...Therefore, let us serve one another with brotherly love, never tiring of the demands upon us, being patient and persevering and generous.

-- Ezra T. Benson New Era Sept 1979, p.44