Just Imagine

Though His hands are scarred,
What is it they cannot do
When He wants to set them into motion?
His feet were riven,
Yet where can’t they run
Or walk each time He wants to take a step?
Just imagine His eyes—
What can they not see?
Or what do His ears not hear?
What and when does His heart not feel—
Heart sacred and divine,
Blessed beat after beat?