Hands pressed

Hands pressed into the wounds of Christ,

feeling the flow of heart beat,

with each wave of warmth,

closer we meet.

Could with every breath,

I learn to hear your ways,

fingers slip into nail bed,

I am dismayed.

Crown rains crimson rivers,

emulate my dirty tears,

I cry for my own comfort,

yet only you soothe selfish fears.

O beautiful saviour wounds divine,

grace pierced wide,

hold me safe,

and find me when I hide.

Hands pressed into the wounds of Christ,

close your fingers around mine,

feel the flow of heart beat,

O sweet love divine.

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