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Where are the hands of God?

When I look at the field without plowing, when implements
tillage are forgotten, when the ground is broken
and abandoned, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When I see injustice, corruption, exploiting the weak;
when I see the ignorant rich arrogant pedant
and the poor, the workers and peasants, lacking resources
to defend their rights, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When I look that old forgotten, as his gaze
Lisp is still some nostalgia and love words
for the son who left, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When I see the dying in agony filled with pain;
When I look at your partner and your children wanting
not see him suffer, when suffering is intolerable and his bed
becomes a cry of supplication for peace, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When I look at the strong and determined young woman before, now
brutalized by drugs and alcohol, when I hesitantly
what was once a brilliant mind and now rags
without direction or destination, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When that little girl should dream fantasies,
I see drag his existence and his face reflected as
boredom of living, and looking to survive is painted mouth
and follows the dress and sell out his body, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

When that small at three in the morning gives me
his newspaper, his miserable little box of candy unsold
when I see him sleeping in a hallway door shivering,
with a few newspapers covering her frail little body,
claims as his gaze a caress me, when I see
hopeless wandering in the sole company of a dog
street, I wonder:
Where are the hands of God?

And I confronted him and asked:
"Where are your hands, Lord? 'To fight for justice,
to give a touch, a comfort to the abandoned, rescue
youth from drugs, give love and affection to the forgotten ".
After a long silence I heard his voice demanded:
"Do not you realize that you are my hands, dare to use
for which they were made, to give love and reach stars ".

And I realized that we are God's hands "you and me"
those who have the will, knowledge and courage
to fight for a more humane and just, those
whose ideals are so high that they can not stop visiting
the call of destiny, those who defy the pain,
criticism and blasphemy will challenge themselves
to be the hands of God.

Lord, now I realize that my hands are unfilled,
have not they should give, I apologize for the love
you gave me and I have not known how to share, I use the
to love and conquer the grandeur of creation.

The world needs those hands, full of ideals and stars,
whose magnum opus is contributing daily to forge a new
civilization, seeking higher values ​​share
generously what God has given us and may eventually arrive
empty, because they gave all the love, for what they were
God created and will surely say:
Those are my hands!