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.