The Heart in Hand  ©

by Diana Hughey

Used by permission

   Dedicated to Danny Hahlbohm               by Diana Hughey

 The touch of God, he doth embrace

The heart in hands, the Saviour's face

Painted on the cross and thorn

The hands of God in man were born

Not of earthen dust or clay

But from the risen Son of day.

Created by the blood swept palm

Amidst the tears of careless wrong

Endangered by the ranting crowd

They beat Him as He humbly bowed

Cast down the King I heard them say

Then laid Him in the grave to stay

The hand of Christ, the painted Son,

The scars of life my soul has won.

He carved the earth, rolled up the sea,

His hands gave life, for you and me.

Upon the dawn of His third day,

The angel rolled the stone away.

I saw Him fly, amidst the realm,

Stood on His ship upon the helm.

And sailed away to distance lands

Cast out His nets, pulled in a man,

And as He slowly flew away

He left his hands to paint the way.