Held in Scarred Hands

The Grace of My Savior

forever embraces.

In the Arms of Jesus Christ

I'm always held.

Embraced through all my sorrow

and even through His Passion..

Yes, I'm held through all my tears

And as He bled He held me.

"Neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand."

Christ promised us.

-Then came the Cross.

..And we were

never dropped.

Even with the scars from nails

With palms impaled

My Lord still gently holds me.

His Hands

stricken,

pierced,

pained,

nailed to the Cross

securely hold us

still, and always will

I was so far gone, yet never beyond the reach of His Arm

As He reaches

down into the pit to

gently lift me..

my sharpest sins couldn't make Him let me go..

I'm never dropped, through it all He still holds.

each strike of hammer,

scratch of nail

it only failed

to make His grip of mercy loosen.

Even when I fall apart

shatter in sin with

pieces sharp

He picks up the cherished broken parts

despite the splintering edges of transgression

He holds me to heal me.

With wounded hands,

pierced by our every sin

He holds us still

no less securely as He bleeds

And as pierced Hands hold us

each drop of Blood

falls upon us, cleansing us

washing off all sin.

As the Savior's Crucified

as He suffers, for us dies

Upon that cross He's embracing us.

Truly His Grace won't break, and

His Love still holds me.

In the same Saving Hands

which bore the nails and scars during His fight to Save us

we're lovingly held

always, each moment, and forevermore

The puncture wounds open the door to the Father's Grace

and Heaven.

As Christ rises from the grave

I'm lifted to life in His Embrace

carried into eternity

in my Savior's Arms

I'm held.. Evermore..

For He who is Alive forevermore

Forever holds me

safe and secure within His Eternal Hands.