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Here's another poem
My Hands
The very same hands that nailed You to the cross,
The very same hands that whipped Your bare back, and
The very same hands that pointed in shame
Are the very same hands that lay in my lap
Those hands are now clean
You washed them with your blood
Now they are the very same hands
That raise up to You
They are the very same hands
That close in a prayer
They are the very same hands
That opens Your word
For you made them clean
With what I did to You
You made them clean
Because You died for my shame
Amber, this is the one that when I began to write it, I was upset that Jesus died for me. I don't think I'm worth it. But then when writing, I realised that he took joy in it for me. Even though he went through all that pain. He did it because of his love for me... and you. Lots of people are going to read this, I could tell you this privatly, but I'd rather explain why I wrote this and the significance of it.
Amber, these are lyrics to two songs that remind me of this poem and it better explains what I am feeling about it all now
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"I'll never know how much it costs, to see my sins up on that cross. And here I am to worship, here I am to bow down, here I am to say that your my God."
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"I'm forgivin because you were forsaken,
I'm accepted, you were condemed
I'm alive and well, your spirit is within me
because You died and rose again
My Hands
The very same hands that nailed You to the cross,
The very same hands that whipped Your bare back, and
The very same hands that pointed in shame
Are the very same hands that lay in my lap
Those hands are now clean
You washed them with your blood
Now they are the very same hands
That raise up to You
They are the very same hands
That close in a prayer
They are the very same hands
That opens Your word
For you made them clean
With what I did to You
You made them clean
Because You died for my shame
Amber, this is the one that when I began to write it, I was upset that Jesus died for me. I don't think I'm worth it. But then when writing, I realised that he took joy in it for me. Even though he went through all that pain. He did it because of his love for me... and you. Lots of people are going to read this, I could tell you this privatly, but I'd rather explain why I wrote this and the significance of it.
Amber, these are lyrics to two songs that remind me of this poem and it better explains what I am feeling about it all now
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"I'll never know how much it costs, to see my sins up on that cross. And here I am to worship, here I am to bow down, here I am to say that your my God."
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"I'm forgivin because you were forsaken,
I'm accepted, you were condemed
I'm alive and well, your spirit is within me
because You died and rose again