My Hand

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

My hand, behold it-God's implement!
The Master speaks, and it labours, following
No pattern, but groping through the darkness-
Uncertainly creating certainties!
My hand, behold it-God's implement!
With the touch of its flesh I am quickened
Into a creator;
Thereby am I a part of Him, given an
Infinitesimal portion of His power.
Behold my hand, the link between earth
And that splendor, which is Eternity;
For labour is the path unto Redemption.

Last updated January 14, 2019