Lord, long ago they punctured
Your hands and feet with
Hateful heavy nails,
Drove a spear through Your side
As You hung on the Cross at Calvary.
Yet that day, Your heart forgave them
Their blind faithless ignorance
And darkest self-consumed sins—
And You continue to forgive us,
So many people have
Punctured hearts, Lord—
Wounds caused by others
And those we’ve walked into
But You took the Cross
Suffered the agonies, died and
Rose from the grave to LIVE
Eternally at God’s right hand.
You did this freely, from Love,
That we would have Grace to come
Boldly before the Father’s throne for
Forgiveness and healing.
Someday I’ll look upon the nail prints
You bear, and know the reality:
That You filled the puncture wounds
In my soul with Your own precious Blood;
The redeeming, restorative balm
Which makes me forever complete, whole—
No more pain, only peace and joy
In the Glory of Your Presence ~
Thank You, Jesus.
©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.
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