These Hands of Mine

I look with nostalgia at these old hands of mine;
They've been busy ever since I placed them in Thine,
Once they were slender many years ago
Now they are crooked and movements are slow.
When I was young they were quick to obey
And still I would serve You every day.
These hands would show love to all in need,
And spiritually hungry ones I would feed.
These hands can offer a gentle caress
And reach out in Jesus' name to bless.
Cleanse them and use them, Dear Lord, I pray
Kept beautiful in Your sight, each day.

Honoria A. Groves

February 20, 2004