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Christ’s hands
which healed the sick
sight to the blind,
raised the dead
broke the bread,
washed their feet
suffered the nails, the cross

We, you and I,
called to continue his ministry
to be his feet, his voice
Christ’s hands, alive
working in the world still
offering our lives
sharing his love to the world


August 16, 2009

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