than just a work of art.
They are the "soul's creation"
of a deeply thankful heart
There are a Priceless Masterpeice
that love alone could paint,
And they reveal the selflessness
of an unheralded saint.
These hands so scarred and toilworn,
tell the story of a man
Who sacrificied his talent
in accordance with God's Plan.
For in God's plan are many things
man cannot understand,
But we must trust God's judgment
and be guided by His hand.
Sometimes He asks us to give up
our dreams of happiness,
Sometimes we must forget our hopes
of furtune and success.
Not all of us can triumph
or rise to heights of fame,
And many times What Should be Ours,
Goes in Another Name.
But he who makes a sacrifice
so another may succeed,
Is indeed a true disciple
of our blessed Saviour's creed.
For when we "give ourselves away"
in sacrifice and love,
We are "laying up rich treasures"
in Gods kingdom up above.
And hidden in knarled, toilworn hands
is the truest Art of Living,
Achieved alone by those who've learned
the "Victory of Giving".
For any sacrifice on earth
made in the dear Lord's name,
Assures the giver of a place
in Heaven's Hall of fame.
And who can say with certainty
where the Greatest Talent lies.
Or who will be the greatest in Our Heavenly Father's eyes.
{Helen Steiner Rice}
