Nail-Pierced Hands
Cut and Paste My Love:
As I rise from
the gutter’s darkness—blind,
under the porch-light’s flicker—
nail-pierced Hands
grip mine and pull,
then wash me in Blood.
By Nail-Pierced Hands, I walk on.
Copy and Paste My Mercy:
As I lean toward
that gutter again—
hear the church-pew creak—
see the nail-piercings’
shadows on my Hands
as I reach out through
the same flood of Love.
By Nail-Pierced Hands, I walk on.
Paste and Save My Heart:
As we walk each day
together side by side,
closer to Your glory—
step by step toward Home—
Rooms built by Nail-Pierced Hands.
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