The Carpenter’s Hands
Here’s something a little different from me! This is a poem I wrote in the early 90’s!! I came across a collection of poetry I put together back then that I had written while I was recovering from many things, mainly my divorce in 1990. The Carpenter I am referring to is Jesus.
They reach out to me every day,
Holding me straight so I won’t sway
To the right or to the left –
The Carpenter’s hands on me.
They touch the very core of my heart,
Chiseling out the most painful part,
So I can be made new inside –
The Carpenter’s hands, gentle by my side.
They rest lightly on my shoulders today,
Keeping me where I need to stay,
Hugging me close to Himself again –
The Carpenter’s hands on me.
He takes my hands to hold in His,
And I feel the very nail prints
Where His blood poured out His love for me –
The Carpenter’s hands on Calvary.
© Patsy Parker
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Posted on September 26, 2014, in Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
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A beautiful, touching poem Patsy. I do find that I write poetry when I’m going through ‘stuff’ and it really helps. It’s the rawness of it and the tenderness of yours that really moved me.
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Thank you, Sherri. I can’t write poetry any more. It has been many years since I have. I guess I just don’t think that way much any more, in rhyme, I mean. 🙂
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This is beautiful, Patsy. I find it comforting to know the Carpenter’s hand is always on me.
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Thank you, Jill! Yes, I do, too! 🙂
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I am thinking of posting more of the poetry I wrote many years ago! 🙂
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Beautiful strength in your words Patsy.
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Thank you, Mary! I wrote this many years ago! 🙂
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