Presently, Your pierced hands reach out to me,
the floods from your incalculable thorns are my blanket.
You embrace me and carry me towards your gauged side,
slowly lifting me into Your bruised arms.
The deafening silence of my stilled heart
evokes your concern and You bring me to life again.
You hold me tighter to protect my weary bones
as others come before your wooden gallows and strike me.
You remind me that You will never leave me,
viewing my chronic bruises of shame and guilt.
As You soothe my broken being and heal my many woulds
You have forgotten that I am your abuser, the cause of the harsh scars that you wear.
