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    24 January 2016 – Hands

    24 January 2016 – Hands
    January 24, 2016 Hazel Parsons

    These are my hands
    Gracious God!
    Once they were tiny and perfect,
    They reached out to grasp my mother’s finger;
    As I grew they became slender and trusting
    Holding hands with my parents
    With friends and family;
    Once some years ago now I looked at my hands
    Pink and young and smooth
    And, looking at my mother’s I asked myself:
    ‘Will mine look like that, one day?’
    So, now I know,
    Yes they do!

    I didn’t notice it happening,
    But wrinkled and work worn
    My hands have served me well.
    Have they served you well
    My Lord?

    We bring our hands to your Table, Loving Lord,
    We cup them to receive Your Bread,
    We reach out for the wine
    And we give thanks.
    Around Your Table the hands are
    Young and fresh,
    Gnarled and worn,
    In pain and disfigured,
    But it doesn’t matter,
    For you bless our hands as we receive of You
    And send us out to take that blessing to those we meet.

    Hands of friendship and hospitality,
    To receive and to give,
    To create and to be still,
    To build and mend.

    Jesus Your hands stretched out
    Upon the Cross,
    Encompassing our lives;
    Blessing as you sacrificed your self.
    So may our hands reach out
    Stretching into our communities.
    Amen                                    Hazel Parsons

    Reading Luke 7:11-17
    SthF 566 Take my life and let it be