The Nail Scarred Hand

It was so very long ago,
On a cross at Calvary,
There my Jesus had to die,
To save a sinner like me.

If you picture it in your mind,
Let your thoughts go back in time,
It would tear your heart in two,
Just to know what He went through.

All His friends just ran away,
And left Him to die alone,
He must have felt so rejected,
To be left there on His own.

It had to be for all mankind,
For their sins to be set free,
And for us to go to heaven,
To spend eternity.

Place your burdens at the cross,
And in the nail scarred hand,
And leave them at the feet of Jesus,
Like the footprints in the sand.

When you feel it’s really over,
And your body can’t take anymore,
Be rest assured He feels your heartache,
Because He’s been there long before.

©Ann Hart
August 15, 2004
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