MY LIFE IS IN HIS HANDS Lifting my eyes up to my Saviour above, As I behold Him in my mind all I see is LOVE! That’s what Jesus is, He’s pure Love He’s one of a kind, And His love is nothing like, the love in the world we find. Beaten beyond recognition, and so despised, He was mocked and rejected, to save our lives. He was repeatedly whipped and His flesh was torn, Still He carried His cross up Golgotha’s hill that early morn. When I visualize the nail scarred hands of Jesus, I learn more and more how truly I am blessed. Tiny hands long ago that once held His mothers, Were pierced with nails all for the LOVE of others. His feet which once walked, the shores of Galilee, Were pierced also so we could walk free. Blood spilling from His side and running down His face, He endured the sufferings, and hung in our place. He was rejected that we may be accepted again, So we could be forgiven, He was condemned. He never deserved one single blow or accusation, It’s we who should’ve suffered, such great persecution. We owed a debit we couldn’t pay, so Jesus paid our debt that day, Christ Jesus payed the price of His life, we couldn’t pay. Our Lord became sin yet He knew no sin, He suffered and died, that our new life could begin. That’s why I place my life, in the hands,of my Saviour Jesus, After what He’s done for me, there is no other I’d trust. I Love You Lord Jesus, thank You for saving my soul. DEDICATED: To My Sweet Sister and Friend Elizabeth Bullard.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 01:13:05 +0000
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