Hands
By Kathryn Taylor

Hands….a fraction of a body….
Hands…… distinguishing us from all others…
The part of the body more versatile than any other….
Hands….able to build monuments…
Or tear down empires….
Hands….bearing the roots of probing fingers,
And doing the work of twisted minds…
Hands…designed by GOD for embracing,
Not holding down….
Created for caressing,
Not penetrating….
To gather things around them,
Not restrain those wanting to flee…..

That's why I'm glad I found Jesus....
There is just one set of hands which bring me peace….
The hands scarred by the piercing of nails….
The ones which healed with every touch…
The ones which gathered children to bless…
The ones which calmed raging storms….
And the ones extended to me in a dream…
When I needed HIM the very most….
Thank you Jesus for YOUR hands of love…

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When healing from childhood trauma, there are many triggers that bring back the memories and pain.......working through.....letting go.....retraining trigger responses.....forgiving....all part of moving on.....