Lord, you stand before me open hands extended; <br />I see those deathly wounds, your life expended! <br /> I reach for them and my soul is at peace; <br />For my sins, Lord, forgive me, please. <br /> <br />How I have grieved you, I'll never really know. <br />The look in your eyes your deep love does show; <br />My heart breaks for the sorrow I have caused you, <br /> I'm very sorry for my own heart was tossed too. <br /> <br />Why did it take so long for me to come around <br />For me to realize I needed higher ground? <br />You, O Lord, are all that I will ever need. <br />Just walk ahead of me and kindly lead <br />me to that place of heavenly peace <br />where humbly I adore Thee on my knees; <br />O, great King, my Lord and my God <br />I kiss the ground Thou dost trod! <br /> <br />Open hands reaching out to me, <br />Lord, forever I thank Thee <br />And evermore I'll praise Thee. <br /> <br /> <br />© Mel Patterson,11-21-08<br /><br />Carmela Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-hands/
