His Hands, Our Hearts

Upon the rock, where truth and light reside, 

His gospel stands, a beacon shining bright, 

A firm foundation, guiding us aright, 

Though trials rise and shadows dim the light. 

 See not the soul in weakness bound today, 

But what they may become through love divine, 

A child of God whose purpose yet will shine, 

As grace refines and leads them on their way. 

With hands outstretched in mercy we arise, 

To serve, to heal, to be the Lord’s embrace, 

Reflecting Christ in heart, in word, in face, 

That all may feel His love through our own eyes. 

Commit, transform, and guide with steadfast might, 

That all may walk from darkness into light.

No previous poem written about DC 18