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Jesus' Hands

December 29, 2008
By Joseph DeMono SILVER, Port Jervis, New York
Joseph DeMono SILVER, Port Jervis, New York
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I remember my time on earth,

It was a vague figment of my past- not too vivid.

My most precious memories were those spent in my mother's garden.

I lay hidden in a plethora of blue and royal purple, staring up at a pink evening night.



The Master's hands, Jesus, were busy crafting,

Oh how he loved carpentry!

Preparing a chair for the royal feast that afternoon,

My mother's death lay imminent in the skies of Heaven- her star shone brighter than all others.



His pierced hands at work,

What a sight!

A Master's Hands with hammer to nail,

He captured divine knowledge with his work.



So perfectly precise,

Elegant bones veiled behind his skin,

They were elegantly shaping and molding,

And His finished work- a masterpiece.

The author's comments:
Hello. My name is Joseph DeMono. I love photography and art. I enjoy writing poetry. I came to write Jesus' Hands out of my love for Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I hope this piece brings many to know God and Jesus. I use to be so lost and seemingly helpless, but now I have come to know the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

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