The Beautiful Hands of the Priest

We need them in life’s early morning, we need them again at its close; We feel their warm clasp of friendship, we seek them when tasting life’s woes. At the altar each day we behold them, and the hands of a king on his throne Are not equal to them in their greatness; their dignity stands all alone; And when we are temptedContinue reading “The Beautiful Hands of the Priest”