Hands

Hands, hands, beautiful hands

What a vital role they play.

If you have never noticed hands,

Look at some today.

Some people look at others eyes

To see the heart within.

I have always studied hands,

So picture if you can:

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Tender touching lover's hands

That bring the thrill of bliss.

Tiny dimpled baby hands,

So sweet to hold and kiss.
Clumsy, growing children's hands

That learn to work through play.

Mischievous, exploring hands

Challenge a mother's day.
Deft and agile artist's hands

Bring music from the spheres.

Skillful and creative hands

Build visions of the seers.
Willing, ready, helpful hands

Always doing good.

Rough and weathered outdoors hands

Tough from chopping wood.
Adroit, exacting surgeons' hands,

Steady, sure and quick.

Soothing, caring nurses' hands

Pledged to help the sick.
Wrinkled, loving, aged hands

With years of toil and care;

Mother dear and father's hands,

The dearest anywhere.

There are mean and slapping hands,

Or hands that push and shove.

Then there are happy clapping hands,

That praise the Lord above.
Precious nail scarred Jesus' hands,

Pinned to the cross for me;

These above all other hands,

I long some day to see!
Hands, hands, beautiful hands,

They all can say so much.

I long to see my Savior's hands

And feel His loving touch.
The future is uncertain,

The pathway hard to see.

So I put my life in Jesus' hands

For they will be leading me.

I Was Cooler Than You

When I was cool, I could outdrink you... I could play the best game of pool... I could hang out with the guys 'till 4 a.m. "and I always staggered to the house" But nobody was waiting up...

And when I was cool, You couldn't make me cry... I couldn't be touched... I was a rock "and I never showed my true feelings" Not even to my wife...

You know I was so cool, It was all about image... All about me, and me alone... I thought I was the greatest "and I could do anything" But I was so lonely...

...THEN I FOUND OUT I WAS WRONG...

I thought it would be the end of it all It was just the beginning

I thought nobody would respect me And nobody did in first place

I thought only a sissy would cry But it feels soooo good

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I am saved, I drink Dr. Pepper with my kids... I play Candyland like a pro... I hang out with the family 'till 4 a.m. "and now my house is a home" And I kiss my family good-night...

And HE saved me, I have learned cry... I want to be touched... HE is my rock "and HE created these feelings" So I share them with my wife...

You know HE is so cool, It is all about image... All about HIM, and HIM alone... I think HE is the greatest "and HE can do anything" And I'll never be lonely...

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Okay, here's the real truth... 1. It really isn't easy, but it's darn well worth it. 2. It's a constant battle to keep from slipping back. 3. I could NEVER have done it without the Master. 4. I could NEVER do it tomorrow without the Master. 5. Through HIS power, I can see the real me. 6. Through my power, I could NEVER see ANYTHING.

And the goodies????? 1. My kids love me. 2. My wife loves me. 3. I have COOLER friends that are there when I am down. (Friends were never really there before.) 4. I know how to love; myself and others.

There is a stigma attached with this self-discovery of being "wrong" all ones life. It really tends to scare a lot of people away. A lot of truth comes out into the open, when one accepts Yahweh at His Word. I feels good to "get it off your chest". To be forgiven, and to know, really know you're "let off the hook" is the coolest feeling and the greatest gift, no doubt. Adonai has shown me that having this self-centered view of "Id" or "dogma" (whatever you choose to call it) isn't being wrong. Lucifer dreamed this up and has been poisening the world with this idea for centuries. It is a sickness. It is a cancer. We are all people dying of this disease, for which there is no penicillin or herbal cure. Abba and He alone has the cure. Go to the Doctor. He makes house calls, and doesn't charge!

In His Mercy,

A Brother