Poetry

Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these,
not precisely equal to my own, maybe a little bit bigger
or even just smaller
but the hands of a carpenter were spliced
over a cross, before hammer blows
send cruel nails right through
and men were mocking Him, not really realizing
that they were tempting the Holy Trinity
 
and now we trust our lives into the hands of others
in trains, in cars, busses, or on aeroplanes
even in the buildings where we work and dwell
knowing that our journey will be safe,
that nothing will fall on us
and yet we fail to see the ultimate sacrifice
that the Son of God made for us.