Those Hands That Gave (Easter Poem)

Those hands that gave and never took Such miracles they did perform, To make the crippled walk again And blessed both man and child, Those hands that caused no harm or pain But only goodness did they yield, So warm and gentle to the touch So pure and undefiled. Those hands that stilled the raging storm And freed the muted tongue to speak, That fed five thousand hungry souls And made the deaf to hear, Those hands that prayed to God above And cast the cursed spirits out That cared for all who were in need And were so kind and dear. Those hands so true gave only love Were always willing to forgive, That turned the water into wine And made the blind to see, But yet they nailed them to the cross And drew the blood of holy grace, I shan't forget my Saviour gave His precious life for me.