“Hands”
“Hands”
A Search for Rock-solid Meaning and Faith in a World Filled with sand...
In Search of Meaning...
“Hands”
by Dan Kennedy
© 1994/2018
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I walked through marbled classroom halls,
Where sages spoke, and brilliance called;
I searched for deepest truth and light,
My opened mind refused no sight!
But day by day and year by year,
Confusion gained a growing fear.
I looked at scholar's beckoning hands,
That claimed to hold what truth demands...
They were empty. I studied them.
They were empty!
The illumined guise, through haughtiness,
Had washed from hearts true Godliness.
The cynic with the flaming mind,
Had torched the Truth that was Divine!
They were empty!
Their hands were empty!
Their life was empty! My life was too!
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I climbed the ladder to success,
To fame and wealth, with all the rest;
I drank a hearty draught of mirth,
My cars, my homes, my total worth!
To prime assets I pledged my all,
I gained prestige, my pride stood tall!
The future swayed in golden hands,
That opened tarnished, filled with sand...
They were empty. Life’s “secure investments”
were empty!
The crystal goblet in their grasp,
Had fallen, drunkenly at last.
The power of great success, it seems,
Is vanquished in a night of dreams.
They were empty!
Their hands were empty!
Their life was empty! My life was too!
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I longed for pleasure's earthly toys,
To give me everlasting joys!
These came with soft, assertive cries,
That brought me laughter, pain and lies.
Demanding this and that they claimed,
My very soul they soon would stain!
And then I closely watched their hands,
I opened them, to understand...
They were empty. I felt them.
They were empty!
Darkened lines of scarlet hue,
Told countless tales of souls askew;
At last in hell they drew them in,
And made them pay for every sin.
They were empty!
Their blemished hands were empty!
Their lives were empty! My life was too!
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I fled across the face of time,
I searched for what my heart could find;
I cried with all my soul toward heaven,
"God! If You are there, can I be forgiven...
The haughtiness of the intellect,
Success and wanton, with gross neglect?"
And then I felt Christ's outstretched Hands,
His Atoning Blood – Me, Redeemed, from sin!
His Hands now washed my curs-ed wounds,
Released me from the hidden tombs!
Unlocked the mighty chains of sin
That wretched my weeping soul within.
Death, no more, could terrify life!
No more be consumed by Satan’s strife,
Flesh, no more, to dominate life’s race…
My soul is Redeemed, through Jesus’ Grace!
~ I searched for minds with Truth and Light,
You touched my heart and gave me Sight;
~ I grasped for wealth and peer success,
Your gift was Purpose, Peace and Rest.
~ I longed for joy through toys and shame; but,
You empowered me with Your Matchless Name!
Your Hands revived my listless soul,
You raised me high into your Fold,
Then wrapped me warmly to your heart,
Called me “Your Child” …one “set apart!”
All…
With Your mighty Hands, Your noble Hands,
Your nail-scarred Hands,
Your Honorable, life-redeeming Hands,
Your precious, Everlasting Hands!
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In those Divine Hands, my weary soul, at last, will rest!
“There is a way that appears to be right,
but in the end, it leads to death.”
Proverbs 14:12
Jesus answered,
“I am the way and the truth and the life.
No one comes to the Father except through me.”
John 14:6
