The tongue and the hands are both capable of speaking. They often speak together; but it has been said that the hands speak the loudest truth. Our actions either prove our words, or condemn them.

Hands speak by doing. Love can be just a word until it is spoken with the hands. They can show the smoothness of childhood and youth, or the worn tiredness of years of sacrificial labor and love.

Hands have wiped away our tears, fixed the broken toys, labored in the heat and cold to make a living, cooked and cleaned, washed, and sewed. They found the music that was hiding in instruments; and they reached up high to touch the Lord. We have been comforted and chastened by the same hands.

The hands of Jesus touched so many with wonder working power. They lifted people from the gripping claws that held them down. Even now his hands reach down in love to lift our heavy hearts. His hands tell the story of the Love of God. Someone has pointed out that the only thing in Heaven that was ever made by humans are the scars in the hands of Jesus.

“Look at my hands Thomas, what do you see?” He saw his redemption, and it put him on his knees. That day his words and hands spoke together with unwavering faith, “My Lord, and my God!”

“Heal me, hands of Jesus,
and search out all my pain;
restore my hope, remove my fear,
and bring me peace again.”