These hands..

I wrote this tonight 5/18...
These hands...

These hands that held me when I was shaken,
are now the hands I see before me...but why are they breaking?

These hands that took mine when I was lost,
are now the hands I see but why are they nailed to a cross?

These hands that guided me on my back,
are now the same hands that I see all bruised and black.

These hands that showed me the way to true love,
are the hands that are bound, on a God from above.

I close my eyes as I gaze at the picture of the man on the cross...
His name is Jesus I am told, he is the one who found me when I was lost.

I gave my life to him but didn't realize the price he paid,
I am forgiven and free because of the lamb that was slain.

His hands are no longer bruised, but the nail piercings remain,
He is no longer on the cross either, he rose to take away my shame!

I see him now sitting on the throne at the right hand of the Lord,
he gave me his promises to live by, we call his word the sword.

I see him high and lifted up, so worthy to be praised,
eternal life is what he gave me and now my voice and hands I raise.