With Hands That Are White

"Teacher?" I looked into great haunted eyes--

School was dismissed--Then small Lemuel said,

"Why an I black?" How those shadowed orbs pled--

Set in a face dark as ebony skies

Asking for stars--seeking answers to whys!

Seeing his soul reaching out to be fed

Fair as the lilies where fields knew His tread;

Feeling His presence, I gave these replies:

Heaven is kind; you will have no regrets.

Gently will Jesus, the Master of right,

Tender and loving--Not one He forgets--

Welcome you back to His Home of delight:

Gardens of lilies and frail violets ...

There you shall pick them with hands that are white.