The hands that cared for the sick and the blind
were pierced on a cross
The hip that bent down every time it saw a beggar
was punctured with a spear
The eyes that wept each time He saw someone in pain
was bloodshot with pain and suffering on the cross
The legs that raced to help someone when they were in agony,
was now nailed on the cross and made immobile
The voice that smoothened a fevered brow
was now a voice crying out in desperation to His father from the cross
The head that was always thinking about sinners like me
was now bearing a crown of thorns
The power that turned water into wine for all
was now pleading for water, but was given a bitter gall
The heart that gave love without discrimination
stopped to beat to save you and me from eternal condemnation!
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
The hands that cared for the sick and the blind
were pierced on a cross
The hip that bent down every time it saw a beggar
was punctured with a spear
The eyes that wept each time He saw someone in pain
was bloodshot with pain and suffering on the cross
The legs that raced to help someone when they were in agony,
was now nailed on the cross and made immobile
The voice that smoothened a fevered brow
was now a voice crying out in desperation to His father from the cross
The head that was always thinking about sinners like me
was now bearing a crown of thorns
The power that turned water into wine for all
was now pleading for water, but was given a bitter gall
The heart that gave love without discrimination
stopped to beat to save you and me from eternal condemnation!