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I raise up my hands to heaven and say to God, "Pick me up Embrace me Love me" But then I shrink back and I insist that God must be hurt by my exposed, broken shards "I am not whole, and not huggable My pain is like thorns that cut and inflict" And so I look away with remorse But God answers me as only He can do, saying, "Then we have a lot in common Or did you forget the cross? My Son on it? Jesus, who was the most broken of all" I agree that I do... I must! But still... "A nail in a hand A wreath of thorns for a crown He died quite damaged for those like you Yet was I not there to embrace Him and welcome Him home?" In spite of my tears, I reason My mind and heart agree So my Father and I embrace and I accepted God's grace After all
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Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
After All
I raise up my hands to heaven and say to God, "Pick me up Embrace me Love me" But then I shrink back and I insist that God must be hurt by my exposed, broken shards "I am not whole, and not huggable My pain is like thorns that cut and inflict" And so I look away with remorse But God answers me as only He can do, saying, "Then we have a lot in common Or did you forget the cross? My Son on it? Jesus, who was the most broken of all" I agree that I do... I must! But still... "A nail in a hand A wreath of thorns for a crown He died quite damaged for those like you Yet was I not there to embrace Him and welcome Him home?" In spite of my tears, I reason My mind and heart agree So my Father and I embrace and I accepted God's grace After all
May 1996
dorothy-anderson
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dorothy-anderson
American
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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