Feel My Hands
Feel the nail scar
It is not a scratch
or a mark left
from a shallow wound
It is the mark left behind
of the wholeness
of
MY CONVICTION
to
LOVE
you

I created you . . . . . . . . . . . you rebelled
I made a Way
for you to come back
to the
Father's Arms
to once more
take hold of My Hand
and
walk in the GARDEN

I made a Way --- I made a Path
I walked this earth
and I began as a child
a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes
I held things in My Hands
as a young child
I built and created things with My Hands
as a young man
I touched the blind and the crippled and the lame
with My Hands in My later years
I touched with My Hands

I came to know you
your plight
your travails
your desires
your hungers

I knew you
and I would touch you
with My Hands
to build and create
something
NEW
something
ALIVE
something
VIBRANT!!!

YES
I built and I created with My Hands
but now you see -- they bear a scar
It is a deep wound
for it not only
went through My Hands
but severed
My Heart

I
loved you
and you despised
Me

I
held you in honor
and you dishonored
Me

I
made you whole
and you pierced
Me
but
I LOVE YOU STILL!

I
will always
wear the mark
of
My LOVE
for you!

Where is your mark
of your love
for
Me?