Your nail-scarred hand I see before me as you gently approach <br />And I take your hand and bring it softly to my cheek <br />Then lovingly and compassionately kiss the wound, <br />The wound you suffered for love of sinners such as me. <br /> <br />O Lord, for love of us you bore the ultimate in sufferings and death. <br />You became sin, horrid and putrid, as you bared your spirit and soul, <br />As you bore humiliation which truly was ours to bear. <br /> <br />God, in Jesus, through Jesus, magnanimous love profound <br />We attune our ears to choirs and lyres of heavenly sound <br />Eternity of bliss promised as paths are made straight <br />Come soon, O Lord our God, we can barely wait. <br /> <br /> <br />© Mel Patterson,5-17-09<br /><br />Carmela Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-nail-scarred-hand/
