Crucified Hands

The pain of the nails,

For one brief, breathless moment

Feeling the loneliness of not feeling

His father’s loving fingers

Healing the nail holes.

The hot sun shafts spearing his flesh

Piercing his side where hands couldn’t reach

For one brief, breathless moment

Piercing his soul

With human doubt.

The gasping of his spirit

Thrown into oceans of human darkness

For one, brief, breathless moment

With no lighthouse hand.

The pain of the cross without the life,

Held out in his nail scarred hands,

One brief, breathess moment is enough

To take the nail scarred hands in mine

And follow Him to eternity.