Sunday, May 17, 2009

Your nail-scarred hand I see before me as you gently approach
And I take your hand and bring it softly to my cheek
Then lovingly and compassionately kiss the wound,
The wound you suffered for love of sinners such as me.

O Lord, for love of us you bore the ultimate in sufferings and death.
You became sin, horrid and putrid, as you bared your spirit and soul,
As you bore humiliation which truly was ours to bear.

God, in Jesus, through Jesus, magnanimous love profound
We attune our ears to choirs and lyres of heavenly sound
Eternity of bliss promised as paths are made straight
Come soon, O Lord our God, we can barely wait.

© Mel Patterson, 5-17-09

No comments: