Footsteps: The greatest victory of all time was not won on the battle field but in a quiet hillside garden. We cannot fully comprehend the cost of that moment when Christ won the souls of mankind from death and pain. As Christmas draws near we should open our hearts and give thanks for that great act of love the Savior gave to each of us.
"O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will but as thou wilt. (Matt 26: 39)
For behold, I, God, have suffered these things for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; But if they would not repent they must suffer even as I; Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit – and would that I might not drink the bitter cup, and shrink – Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook and finished my preparations unto the children of men." (D&C 19:16-19)
Walking: Stand up for someone who is being talked about negatively, point out the good qualities they have.
Song: His Hands
His hands, tools of creation
And yet through them we find our truest friend
His hands, sermons of kindness
Healing men's blindness, halting years of pain
Children waiting to be held again
His hands would serve His whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And I'll not rest until I make of my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from Galilee
His hands, lifting a leper
Warming a beggar, calling back the dead
Breaking bread, five thousand fed
His hands, hushing contention
Pointing to heaven, ever free of sin
Then bidding man to follow Him
His hands would serve His whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And I'll not rest until I make of my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from Galilee
His hands, clasped in agony
As He lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
While just moments away, other hands betray Him
Out of greed, shameful greed
And then His hands are trembling
Straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
As He stumbles through the streets
Heading towards the hill on which He’d Die
He would die
They’d take His hands, His mighty hands, those gentle hands
And then they pierce them, they pierce them
He lets them, because of love
From birth to death was selflessness
And clearly now I see Him with His hands
Calling to me and though I'm not yet as I would be
He has shown me how I could be
I will make my hands like those from Galilee
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