His hands
touched
the sick,
the blind,
the leper,
adulterer,
tax-collector,
outcast...
His blessing
reached
the little children -
the Kingdom
belongs
to such
as these!
And in the room
where no one
saw
his dusty feet,
he stooped
and with his hands
he washed
their feet.
Ere long
those hands
of love
were nailed
to bloody cross,
raised,
stretched out
in dying agony
to bless
sinners
far and near.
Not just raised
but risen,
he reaches still
to give and give,
to bless and heal,
to offer life
and love.