Wrapped in mercy...cloaked in grace: September 2008

September 22, 2008

Those nails

Alone and rejected.
Thrown away and neglected.
His bed was a box on the side of the road.
His clothes were all tattered.
He felt like his life didn't matter.
But his heart longed for something that he'd never known.

He walks through the church doors and gets down on his knees.
Through his tears he looks up and the first things he sees are

Those nails...
In those hands.
All that love coming from the heart of one man.
His sin could be washed away
if he'd ask the God of mercy
to forgive him today for
those nails...

Esteemed and accepted.
Promoted and respected.
His bed was in the biggest house at the end of the road.
Perfect wife, perfect baby.
Perfect life, but just maybe
His money can't buy the one thing his hearts never known.

His hands started shaking
as he sat down on the bed.
He opened up that old Bible
and through his tears he read about

Those nails...
in those hands.
All that love coming from the heart of one man.
His sin could be washed away
if he'd ask the God of mercy
to forgive him today for
those nails...

written 9/08