Open wounds hurt
And take time to heal,
Allow Jesus to insert
His love, grace and mercy,
For which there is no appeal,
No need to apologize or regret
No need to rethink or contemplate
God from the beginning, knew our fate.
Knew when we would receive and believe,
How long it would take for us to realize
That there is only One who can take our hurts,
And heal our wounds, physically and spiritually,
Sealing them, not with stitches made by man,
But by His own hand, stitched mercy and grace
And no visible scar can be seen, by the enemy
Who thought he had us on the run, ready to laugh
And make fun of us when we slide and fall, but
Guess who gets the last laugh, now that we know
The truth and truth has set us free from all hurt
And though it may take awhile, we will heal and
Rise again to benefit all who are willing to hear
That Jesus saves and He’ll dry that tear that falls
Not from fear or hurt, but joy overflowing into
The lives of all to come to know Him through us.
Remember His open wounds and that precious flow,
Of blood and water streaming from His side
So we can abide with Him in heaven for all eternity.
maryhallrayford 