let my hands always serve You nobly:
active in my life, clasped in prayer,
or relaxed at rest.
commit their every move to You.
When they falter and fail,
I offer You the guilt of my harm
to others or the pain or humiliation I cause myself.
salute Your majesty in the countless good works of all
the hands of all humankind,
in ages past, now, and every moment
of this day.
commend to You the working hands
of all Your creatures, even when they serve,
not knowing You or
their daily accomplishments to You
Who made them
tribute of our hands:
the precious hands of tiny babies,
hands of laughing children,
skillful hands of artists and engineers,
sewing hands, digging hands,
rough and grimy hands, dextrous hands
on keyboards and violins, aged arthritic
aching hands on walkers, calloused hands,
manicured hands, crippled hands, aching hands, broken
tired hands, and the hands
of priests raising the Host at altars
somewhere in the world this moment.
all our hands reach out lovingly
to other hands, and in so doing all be lifted up together
to be grasped
by Your nail-pierced bleeding hands.
Hold us then forever, Jesus,
Lord and loving Master,
in the encompassing clasp of Your eternal love and the
strong tenderness of Your saving hands. Please never
ever let us slip away from You.
(c) 1984, 1987 Donn B. Murphy
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