Poetry

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With the hands of a servant
calloused, worn, working hands
the hands of a carpenter, a fisherman
leading us, healing us, teaching us
All of us taught, the ways of the servant
lessons of his life, in the living of our days
walking as he walked, where he walked
dusty highway, rambling road
up onto the mountain, into the sanctuary
out into the world, on rolling seas
Hands of a servant, reaching out to us
to take up his work, to don his yoke
and be the hands of a servant, today

August 27, 2008

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