FEAR INTO FAITH

I was afraid of tides and waves

Fear of rushing surge did I have

Until someone came along 

And taught me to walk on the water

I was afraid of diseases

A fear of germs and worms

Until someone came along

He showed me how to hug a leper

I was afraid look into tomorrow

Every next day and what it would hold

Until the One who holds it all

Promised me He planned it all good

I feared death and all that is beyond

The unknown yonder shook me hard

Until someone died for me

And said He'd be waiting for me

I was afraid to believe

Miracles were distant fantasies

Until I read of a withering man

Who was blessed with generations

I was afraid to trust in any

Betrayal and rejections scarred me

Until someone with His precious life

Stole my heart again

I was afraid of love 

All the pain that it held

Until someone who loved me so much

Fixed my broken heart anew

" Oh He chose me

Took away my fears

He erased all the scars

Filled me in with Faith" 

BEAUTIFULLY PIERCED

The hand that was there always

Both in my happy dreams and nightmares.

The hand that picked me up

From the deepest of pits deep.

The hand that gave the happy push

Whenever I was in a anxiety rush.

The hand that I held to

When it worked miracles and wonders too.

Oh the beautiful hand in my dreams

You are no longer complete in worldly eyes.

For the once smooth skin

Now bears signs of torment akin.

But to eyes of my heart

It has never been this fully elegant.

The suffering and brokenness of yours

Makes it much better than any others.

For you bear the nail pore

That promises home ashore.

The scar of shame

Worn by the one who deserved fame.

Sacrifice written all over

Innocent through all year.

Bearing the sin of the world

Hanging on so withered.

Pain of betrayal

Curse of humanity

Sacrifice of a father

Obedience of a son

Fulfillment of the word.

A hand beyond human

Divine in its touch

Caring on my tears

Soothing on my wounds

Healing on my sickness.

Caressing in my loneliness

Hugging in my pain

Touches of love

Touch of life

Instilling hope for tomorrow

I see the hand again

The scars and all up close

Scars I bore on it

Each time I ran away

Scars of dejection

When I fled afar

The hand that once mould me

Longing to hold me more.

Even the shattered pieces

All in big warm hugs.

Potters hand mending me whole

Blacksmith who cleanses more.

Took a weeping me

Made me a better me.

The hypocrite hands of world

Brutally hitting me hard.

Not that it matters anymore

As I see wide open hands ashore.

Each moment of heart beating

I find myself waiting.

Longing to know and feel

The touch of life for real.