The Same Hands Sunday, May 4, 2008 - 6:53 PM
	The same hands that touched the blind, and the lame, reached out, and touched my spirit, one very special day, the same hands, that healed the sick, raised Lazurus to life, are the same hands, that comfort me, in my days, and nights. The same hands, that calmed the angry seas, the same hands, that lifted, a bent woman, and said woman, thou art loosed, are the same hands, that broke the chains, and shackles off my hands, and feet, and breathed new life within me, and set me free. The same hands, that washed, the disciple's feet, are the same hands, that called to me, and said, truly thou art Mine, the same hands, that steadied me, when trials were in my life, these precious hands, that bore nail scars, for my healing, and my wicked ways, the hands of my Father, Jesus is His name. Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved