The Sisters’ new song, “Little Hands Divine,” is a musical meditation on the hands of Christ, which you can enjoy in the video below. From Bethlehem to Calvary, the Crib to the Cross, the hands of Jesus are outstretched to receive you. Little in the Crib, bleeding on the Cross, ready to be held, kissed, and adored, for They are Divine.
But the new song also comes with a great story! The Sisters originally wrote the lyrics to an instrumental composition by Gerard Fahy, the accomplished Irish musician and composer who wrote the music for Lord of the Dance. However, when the Sisters contacted Gerard for permission to publish the tune with their song, the artist gently denied his permission. Mr. Fahy explained how, over the years, many people had asked to put words to the piece, but because it was special to him, he wanted to keep it always as an instrumental.
Although the Sisters were disappointed, they wrote back to him saying they completely understood. The surprise came when, about a week later, Mr. Fahy contacted the Sisters, but this time with the gift of a newly composed melody to accompany the Sisters’ lyrics. We think you will agree that he captured the spirit of the words perfectly. All for the glory of God.
It is the hope of the Sisters that you are closer to Our Lord after the 40 days of Lent. May you be blessed with many graces and a Joyous and Peace-filled Easter!
Little Hands Divine
Close by His cradle, gazing in awe,
See our God lying in the straw
His gentle Mother calls to me to come
To hold His little Hand in mine.
I now embrace the One I adore;
He Whom angels bow down before,
What hidden strength, and power lie within
These little sacred Hands Divine.
As choirs of angels sing to their Infant King
Gloria in excelsis, the Heavens ring,
Dear little Hands that made this wondrous sight
I now kiss and hold in mine.
Through the years I can see these Hands nailed for me,
That same love soon will lead Him to Calvary.
In tears I tremble looking at those nails
That will pierce these little Hands Divine.
Soon I will hear Thy calling to me,
Soon will come death, my own Calvary,
But sweet the thought that then Thy Hands will hold
My own dying hands in Thine.
And what joy, it will once more be Christmas again,
I will see Thy sweet Face from Bethlehem,
I’ll be spending all eternity
With Thy little Sacred Hands in mine.
Let me hold Thy little Hands Divine.