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My
hands are gnarled and very deformed
but they are precious to me.
Others look at them and feel disturbed
but they don't see what I see.
With them I can caress and comfort
those who are forlorn.
In a time of need I can even hold
the hands of those who mourn.
These hands can point out vital truths in God's word
to those who groan and sigh;
that they may know of the grand promises ahead
in God's marvelous new world that is nigh.
These hands of mine have done much work
for the Kingdom's sake.
They've brought joy to babes
and even engaged them
in a game of "patty cake".
They've brought comfort and hope to
many who sigh -
these crippled hands of mine.
They've even been able to assist the weak
and sometimes even the blind.
They've baked warm bread for family and friends,
cooked warm meals for those not well.
They've made baby bibs to give as gifts
and sometimes even to sell.
These broken-down hands are my precious tools
and are very valuable to me.
We too, are the same in Jehovah's eyes -
like a priceless rare pearl are we.
We, like my hands, are full of defects -
in Jehovah's eyes.
But we as his servants are precious to him
though the world may us despise.
He sees in us much potential,
that those in the world cannot perceive.
Though weak, he uses us to accomplish things
that they truly find hard to believe.
We may be crippled, lame, blind and deaf
and some of us deformed with arrthritis;
but we get His work done,
(and on a grand scale at that)
though this world may constantly fight us.
Jehovah uses us weak ones to comfort the lowly
and to bring glad tidings to the meek.
He directs us to help the right-hearted ones
that they too may God's Kingdom seek.
Jehovah accomplishes great things with us
which the world finds truly amazing.
Likewise, these malformed hands of mine
have accomplished many things worth praising.
So, the next time you look at these hands of mine,
do not feel sorry for me.
Rather, let them be a reminder to you
of what Adam left us as our sad legacy.
Let them be reminders of how Jehovah sees us
and what we mean to him.
Though defective and weak
(we are to him as my hands are to me)
like a priceless and a most precious gem.
©1999 Toni Marcîa Bass
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