hands.

I look down at my hands...& I wonder how God can call them clean...

Especially when these are the same hands that have a problem serving you...

The same hands that work against you...

The same hands I'm quick to throw up in disgust when I'm hurting, as I walk away from you...

The same hands that showed me that by displaying the third finger, I can display what's in my heart...

The same hands that have proved to me that my will can be carried out...

I look down at my hands & I wonder how You can call them clean...

I'm sure it has something to do with the current state of your hands...