The story of - The Lost Hands

The story of

The Lost Hands

One morning as I knelt and Prayed, I gazed at the statue of Crist in clay

And Io! To may dismay

He’s got no arms and hands that sway.

I searched around an searched from roof to ground and even beyond.

His wounded hands could not be found.

So I turned to Him and asked our Lord if it’s a dream; Why in His glorious seat

He seemed to be incomplete?

Then kindly,

He replied:

YOU ARE MY HANDS

… heal the wounds of the afflicted

… care for the poor

… give hope to the helpless

…reach out to the weary

… clothe the naked.

AND Story of "naked child, hungry and shivering in the cold"

On the street I saw a naked child, hungry and shivering in the cold. I became angry and said to God, “Why do you permit this? Why don’t you do something?” For a while God said nothing. That night he replied, quite suddenly, “I certainly did something. I made you."