Legacy from the son
The gift of touch
Flesh and spirit united as one
Serving
Creating
Healing
His life source flows
Evil overrun
Hands moving on his command
Hearts and souls undone
Seemingly simple gestures
Power and authority commissioned
Breaking strongholds, wiping tears
Touch part of the mission
Love born into action
Reaching for another one
Beyond ourselves
Earthly provision
Hands made for glory
Hands in submission
Looking back hands have always had a place in my heart. From earliest times my understanding shaped greatly by my own sister with Cerebral Palsy. Her own hands, spastic and jerky, unable to even hold a spoon to feed herself. Born into the fabric of my heart to be another’s hands. In time though the robber robbing purpose, hands used for its own desires, creativity and design derailed. Glimpses forming as hands learn to work with bodies delayed and deformed for a living. Hands then reborn into a body covered by grace, learning how to serve. Children’s bottoms and noses wiped, crafting and exploring creation, hosting, serving all moving in the direction of purpose. The battle coming when honoring became difficult, caring for my mother in law, the lord having his way through a season of strain, in the end, hands united with the savior. Massaging feet and the words from a poem “The blessing of the hands” striking deep with in my soul but still my understanding fuzzy. The gift of words and prophecy elevated in the religious world, the speaking and spoken some how crowding out other gifts. Learning that hands that move like the one who moved heaven and hell for his children is a gift. Hands of love that move in action and power to be celebrated. Our physical touch empowered by a supernatural force emanating love through the most benign movements. This is beating at my heart. Jesus walked and talked, looked and saw, and he touched.
