The Scarlet Scarred Hands

I know that I may be superficial to say this since I wrote this poem, but this is simply beautiful

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In the beginning they were there

hands that formed the the skies so vast

Hands too big for us to comprehend

became flesh to be scarred for us

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Behold the scarlet scarred hands

nailed upon the cruel cross

Hands that made the very men

that would bring His death across

That our broken hearts He would come to glean

His scarlet hands have made ours clean

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Come see the scars in His hands and feet

He is not dead nor does he sleep

Behold His hands reach out in love

they come to comfort, indeed to serve.

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Until now I still stand amazed

How could God's hands fit into mine?

That He is mine to love and hold

The scarlet scarred hands put all sins behind