let me see your hands.

hands. 
to a small extent, they show where we've been. what we're about. mine show that at one point in time, someone asked me a pretty important question, and i said yes. 
my fingers are long and skinny..."piano fingers".
all in all, my hands are pretty standard, free-from-scars hands. they haven't had much trouble.
but that's because someone went to the trouble for me. 


that's why i love this song.


Jesus, let me see your hands
i wanna see the holes where you felt your father's plan
Jesus, let me see your feet
never was a man's suffering so sweet.


before i was born, my dad nearly cut the tip of three of his fingers off on a table saw. his hand healed, but one finger is permanently bent at the tip, with some scarring. i remember looking at it when i was little, a bit mesmerized. i wondered what that pain must have felt like, what he thought in those moments after. was there shock? a strange calmness? did he think he might have lost it completely?


and what about the hands in this song?  the hands that saved me. i often need a reminder to ask Jesus to show me his hands. to show me the pain he went through. to show me that he went to all that trouble just so my hands could be clean. that's my prayer this week.


let me see your hands.


["let me see your hands" - josh white, achor]