A Stranger’s Hands

There he sat in a crowded store,

Shoppers here, shoppers there,

Wondering if he was wasting his time;

Wondering if God knew his thoughts,

His existence, his need;

Wondering of God’s reality, His divinity, His love;

Clicking the keys,

Ticking off time,


When an old man,

Wrinkled and gray,

Laid a hand on his shoulder and prayed:

“Lord, answer this one’s prayer, meet this one’s need!”

Then the old man,

old hands, wrinkled hands, wrinkled old hands, stranger's hands, holding hands, man's hands, rough hands(Or was he an angel unaware?)

Disappeared into the throng of shoppers;

And the young man stood to go,

With a new thought

About the One he calls


By: Delana H. Stewart ©2012

“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.”  Hebrews 13:2


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