Fingerprints

His fingerprints are on my life;

I’ve come to know and see,

His hands are always first to hold

Each thing that touches me.

Nothing will escape his grasp;

He takes and shapes for good,

Even what seems hard and wrong

To craft his finest work.

Fingerprints of mercy

Fingerprints of grace

Reaching, touching, showing me

Reflections of his face.

Fingerprints so gentle,

Forever left their mark

The day they came and touched my life

And healed my broken heart.

Sometimes it seems that random things

Just come to us by chance,

That there’s no rhyme or reason

And it’s all just circumstance.

But God is there behind the scenes;

I often miss the hints.

But I’m learning as the days go by,

To see his fingerprints.

Fingerprints of mercy,

Fingerprints of grace,

Reaching, touching, showing me

Reflections of his face.

Fingerprints so gentle,

Forever they will stay

To show that I am not my own;

He’s the potter; I’m the clay.

Come, Jesus now and touch my life.

That your fingerprints remain.

2018, Val Halloran

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