Jesus’ Feet and Hands [4th in a series of 4 written for Holy Week]

I drove the nails in.

Blow by blow.

Looking at this miracle worker’s

Hands,

I thought of the healing they had brought.

Not once since the arrest

had I seen him fight back;

Raise a fist,

or block a blow.

Again, blow by blow

I drove the nails in

and looking at his feet

I imagined all the places

He had walked

the people

He had helped.

I was crippling a man

who spent his life

doing good…

As I nailed him to the cross,

I permanently prevented

his hands from healing again.

Oh God, I’m sorry!

I caused such pain

to One,

so full of love.

How could you ever

forgive me?

My hands struck his face

And covered his eyes

when the love I saw

was more than I could bare.

His hands, touched the blind

and gave them sight.

His hands, touched the lepers

and made them clean.

His hands reached up to His Father

And brought the dead back to life. His beautiful hands…His beautiful feet Oh God I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… My road has lead to ruin and violence, destruction, pain and death. His road has lead to love. Many were healed of diseases and set free from demons… As I look back, I know … I was longing to cross over and follow the “narrow road” I wanted to leave behind the life of sin I’d chosen. Now, I follow Him. My feet have chosen His path. My hands will serve others with love. The “King of the Jews” is my King I put my life in His hands, And worship at His feet.