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The "praying hands" are a priceless masterpiece that love alone could paint. They reveal the selflessness of an unheralded saint. In God's plan are many things man cannot understand, But we must trust his judgement.
The "praying hands" are a priceless masterpiece that love alone could paint. They reveal the selflessness of an unheralded saint. In God's plan are many things man cannot understand, But we must trust his judgement.
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The "praying hands" are a priceless masterpiece that love alone could paint. They reveal the selflessness of an unheralded saint. In God's plan are many things man cannot understand, But we must trust his judgement.
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The “Praying Hands” are much, much more Than just a work of art. They are the soul’s creation Of a deeply thankful heart. They are a priceless masterpiece That love alone could paint, And they reveal the selflessness
F rom childhood Albrecht Dürer (German artist,
1471–1528) wanted to paint. Finally, he left home to study with a great artist. He met a friend Of an unheralded saint. These hands so scarred and toilworn Tell the story of a man who also had this same desire and the two became Who sacrificed his talent roommates. Both being poor, they found it diffi- In accordance with God’s plan. cult to make a living and study at the same time. Albrecht’s friend offered to work while Albrecht For in God’s plan are many things studied. Then when the paintings began to sell, he Man cannot understand, would have his chance. After much persuasion, But we must trust God’s judgement Albrecht agreed and worked faithfully at his art And be guided by His Hand. while his friend toiled long hours to make a living for both of them. Sometimes He asks us to give up The day came when Albrecht sold a woodcarving and his friend went Our dreams of happiness, back to his paints, only to find that the hard work had stiffened and twisted Sometimes we must forego our hopes his fingers and he could no longer paint with skill. When Albrecht learned Of fortune and success. what had happened to his friend, he was filled with great sorrow. One day Not all of us can triumph returning home unexpectedly he heard the voice of his friend and saw the Or rise to heights of fame, gnarled, toilworn hands folded in prayer before him. And many times what might be ours “I can show the world my appreciation by painting his hands as Goes to another name. I see them now, folded in prayer.” It was this thought that inspired But he who makes a sacrifice, Albrecht Dürer when he realized that he could never give back to his So another may succeed friend the skill which had left his hands. Is indeed a true disciple Dürer’s gratitude was captured in his inspired painting that has Of our blessed Saviour’s creed. become world famous. And we are blessed by both the beauty of the For when we give ourselves away painting and the beautiful story of gratitude and brotherhood. In sacrifice and love, We are laying up rich treasures “But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant” (Matthew In God’s Kingdom Up Above. 23:11 KJV). And hidden in gnarled, toilworn hands Is the truest art of living, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the Achieved alone by those who’ve learned ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much The victory of giving. fruit” (John 12:24 KJV). ◆ For any sacrifice on earth Made in the dear Lord’s name The best gifts are tied with heartstrings. Assures the giver of a place ◆ In Heaven’s Hall of Fame. And who can say with certainty We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving. Where the greatest talent lies, ◆ Or who will be the greatest In our Heavenly Father’s eyes! Sympathy sees, and says, “I am sorry.” — Helen Steiner Rice Compassion feels, and whispers, “I will help.”