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Jesus’s Nail Pierced Hand
It’s Your nail pierced hand that I see, Placed on my head with infinite love Claiming a silent victory! A victory that said, “No matter what happens My child, my hand is always on you, I am watching each trial, my hand it remains My love - it is carrying you through!” Not leaving my head for a moment, He said, “Do you know what it cost? When those nails of iron tore into my flesh When so much of my Blood I had lost? “Each stroke drove the nail in deeper Until I hung on that cross in agony, Thinking not of the pain, but of you my child, And how much you needed to be set free!” “I knew one day I would place on your head This very same hand that was torn, I knew it would protect you from the wages of sin I knew my child it had to be borne!” “So I hung there in silence, broken with pain Thinking only my child of the day, When my nail pierced hand would rest on your head And I would smile when I hear you say, “His nailed pierced hand torn and wounded, Gives me strength on my journey today, I know on my head it will always remains Even when my feet have gone astray!” “My Jesus, I thank thee for all thou has done For the scar on your hand that I see, It was a badge of honour for you my Lord, And a lifelong comfort to me”! |
