THE BEAUTIFUL HANDS OF A PRIEST

We need them in life's early morning
we need them again at it's close;
we feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
we seek it while tasting life's woes.

Whe we come to this world we are sinful,
the greatest as well as the least.
and the hand's that make us pure as angels
are the beautiful hands of a priest

At the altar each day we behold them,
and the hands of a king on his throne
are not equal to them in greatness
their dignity stands all alone.

For there in the stillness of morning
e're the sun has emerged from the east,
there God rests between the pure fingers
of the the beautiful hands of a priest.

When we are tempted and wander
to pathways of shame and sin
'tis the hand of a priest that absolve us
not once but again and again.

And when we are taking life's partner
other hands may prepare us a feast
but the hands that will bless us and unite us,
are the beautiful hands of a priest.

God bless them and keep them all holy,
for the host which their fingers caress,
what can a poor sinner do better
than to ask Him who chose them to bless

When the death dews on our eye lids are falling,
may our courage and strenth be increased
by seeing raised o'er is in blessing
the beautiful hands of a priest.

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