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
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
3 comments:
Emily!
I'm so glad that you told me about your blog! I love it! You are so talented- I had no idea that you were a poet! And a great one at that:)
I'll be checking back often- Love you, my friend!
wow.
always amazing...
you.
No - not at all! (that is in response to the comment you left on my blog - which in no way fits here) I'm loving your blog, too! Just look at us 2 fancy bloggers, how sweet!
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