“With Only One Hand” Written by Barbara C. Rowe

With Only One Hand

The congregation was seated,

ready for the morning prayers.

It was a beautiful Sunday,

so most of the members were there.

They said the usual announcements

of events to come,

then asked if there were any prayer requests,

and there were some.

Songs of praise and worship

were abundant that day.

as all began to pray.

The sermon was touching,

about loving one and all.

Then the invitation came

for those hearing the call.

An old man, all ragged and forlorn,

stood there alone,

requesting to join

and make this church his own.

Some snickered and scowled

at the sight of this man.

Rejecting the call to accept him

by not raising their hands.

He wept and cried out,

“Oh Lord, forsake me not.

Have your believers

grown cold and forgot?”

Just as he spoke,

the room lit up bright.

A glow around a small child

was the origin of the light.

The child raised his hand,

his was the only one.

He understood the meaning

of God’s only Son.

Children have a way

of seeing the heart

where grownups judge on appearance

right from the start.

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