Thursday, 14 March 2013


Who measured out the waters in His palm
And meted out the heavens in His span?
The One who handled and healed the leprous man,
Who raised the child, her hand warm in His grasp;
The One who held the children in His arms  
He holds them still and will not let them part;
The One whose touch was always operant
Upon such poor and powerless operands;
The One whose flesh felt the nail's brutal stab:
And risen showed to His beloved the marks;
This was the One who led His own apart
And who ascended blessing with outstretched hands.

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!