The hands of Christ
I'm not worthy to touch
They bare his love
And just how much
The men that day
Wasn't very wise
The hands they bound
Were the hands of Christ
He could have come down
And showed them all
The hands of Christ
They could have saw
A sea of faces
He had never met
Yet gave his life
To pay their debt
Nail scared hands
Doesn't that prove it all
Spikes of mercy
To save the lost
In the hands of Christ
The world he holds
Each and everyone one of us
Our lives he molds
He came with open arms
And death in his hands
The hands of Christ
Came to save every man
nicely written- you tied the end right back to the beginning. well done~ Sus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable write; nicely done. I'll be back to read more of your work.