The Hands of a Man
This was a family essay written for a school assignment. Ever since I can remember, I have loved the feeling of my dad’s hands. They are cracked and hard from years of physical labor. I love the feeling of them because it is a reminder of how dedicated my father is to our family. But he isn’t the only man who’s hands are representations of his love. Christ’s love for us is written so clearly in the scars that pierce His hands.