While pregnant with her son Beneath her heart within,
She'd often feel his hands Moving inside her skin. ~*~ He'd stretch his
arm and hands And push out on her side She'd lovingly push it back With
a smile so sweet and wide. ~*~ She could hardly wait For his upcoming birth
To touch his tiny hands And welcome him to earth. ~*~ Then it finally came,
The night that he was born. With joy she couldn't contain, She held him until
morn. ~*~ She explored his tiny fingers. She counted all his toes. She
wanted to get to know him, His ears, his cheeks, his nose. ~*~ The wonder
of it all, At this new baby boy! She could not hold back. She wept with
tears of joy. ~*~ She touched his tiny hand, A miniature of her own.
He squeezed it tight on her finger. Such joy she had never known! ~*~ The
time passed and he grew. As a toddler, it was grand, to walk along and hold,
His fleshy little hand. ~*~ She taught him many things. Together they spent
hours. She'd take his little hand And touch it to a flower. ~*~ When
she would hold him close, He soon developed the knack Of hugging her 'round
the neck, His tiny hand patting her back. ~*~ As her son grew older,
His young hands also grew. He learned many ways to use them. Each day brought
something new. ~*~ She helped him learn to read. She helped him learn to
write. Then, as the day was ending, She'd pray with him at night. ~*~
He learned to use a hammer With which to drive a nail. He'd sometimes strike
his finger And let out quite a wail. ~*~ Her son continued growing And
soon became a man. She loved him just as much As when his life began. ~*~
His hands were now full grown, So strong, yet tender, when He, with deep compassion,
Comforted a friend. ~*~ She was extremely grateful When his hands would
fold; And bowing his head in prayer, To his Father in Heaven he'd hold. ~*~
As the years flew swiftly by, She watched her son with pride, His strong
but gentle arms And hands there at his side. ~*~ She then thought her life
was over. She suffered unspeakable loss When her son's beloved hands
Were nailed to a wooden cross... ~*~ But that was just the beginning. For
he died and rose again. Her sorrow then was ended, And joy replaced her pain. ~*~
For, you see, her son was Jesus God coming to earth as man, To save us from
our sins According to His plan ~*~ We cannot save ourselves. Our sins
would lead to death. God put our sins on Jesus, The perfect and the best ~*~
With this came our forgiveness If we believe in Him And ask Him into our
hearts, He'll take away our sins.
As He was resurrected, Eternal
Life He'll bring, To all who have faith and believe And to His hand will
cling. ~*~ Joyce Folsom Johnson Trust
in Him who will not leave you, Whatsoever years may bring, If by earthly friends
forsaken, Still more closely to Him cling. Build your hopes on things eternal. Hold
to God's unchanging hand. ~*~ The Gospel...Salvation for you!!
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