The Marks in Your Hands

As a child cries out to their mother

            filled with fear,

            the hunger of necessity, and

            overwhelmed by circumstance;

So too do we Imah, cry out to You.


As a youth complains to their father

            filled with confusion,

            the unfairness of life, and

            the consequences of choice;

So too do we Abba, cry out to You.


Our fears – making us deaf to Your promise;

Open our ears to hear Your promise.

Our circumstances – making us blind to Your bounty;

Open our eyes to see Your provision.

Our foolishness – making us disregard Your direction;

Open our minds to learn Your wisdom.

Our transgressions – making us deny Your grace;

Open our hearts to receive Your love.


Transform our lives so we may become for others

       The speakers of Your promise;

       The purveyors of Your provision;

       The teachers of Your wisdom;

       The fountains of Your Love.



So through their fears,

We may teach them to sing Your song.

Through their trials,

We may teach them to celebrate Your dance.

Through their unknowing,

We may teach them to trust Your wisdom

Through their transgressions,

We may convince them to accept Your grace.


And we all may know, and we all will understand;

the marks in Your hands

are not from the nails of fear, hatred and ignorance.


They are the marks wherein we are carved in Your image;

wherein You fulfill Your promise.

wherein You provide Your provision.

wherein You teach Your wisdom.

wherein Your love springs as a fountain.


They are marks which the nails of crucifixion cannot destroy.

And within these marks

fear withers in love.

hatred dissolves in forgiveness.

ignorance is enlightened in wisdom.


They are what they are;

They are holy.

They will be what they will be;

They will be eternal.

They are Alpha and they will be Omega;

From which we come and to which we will return.


They are the hands of the One who loves us;

within them, You hold us.

within them, You sustain us.

within them, You give us life.


They are the hands in which we dwell;

with them You dry our tears.

with them, You provide for our needs.

with them, You calm our confusion.


As a child cries out to their mother;

so too Imah,

we reach with outstretched hands to You.

As a youth complains to their father;

so too Abba,

we reach with outstretched hearts to You.


Into Your hands, oh Lord, do we place our lives.

Into Your heart, oh Lord,

do we place our trust.







© 2009 Reed K Anderberg Expeditions in Word

Topics: Worship & Liturgy. Seasons & Special Events: Holy Week and Lent.

Review & Commentary

  • Helen Havens

    I like the poem! And would like to be on your mailing list.
    Helen Havens

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  • Declan Smith

    I would be very interested in more material in verse or song which could expand our present liturgical resources and open up worship to minds seeking greater relevance.