nail-pierced hands

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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