The Voice That Held My Hand
you look down
from your pulpit
lead me
to The Cross unveil Christ’s shattered body reach for my hand
thrust it into His side
I am covered in blood and water unlike the spectators allowed
to leave at His final cry
His death you wait while I weep when I am ready
you begin to raise me from myself
you teach
The Cross is
not hate fear
but pureness
this blood
I wear
God’s love
Teacher
you show
true power
in humility
salvation
in death
in turmoil
you bring
peace unto me
if you
mere mortal
leave me not
without hope
this dark day
surely neither
would He
you look down
from your pulpit
lead me
to The Cross unveil Christ’s shattered body reach for my hand
thrust it into His side
I am covered in blood and water unlike the spectators allowed
to leave at His final cry
His death you wait while I weep when I am ready
you begin to raise me from myself
you teach
The Cross is
not hate fear
but pureness
this blood
I wear
God’s love
Teacher
you show
true power
in humility
salvation
in death
in turmoil
you bring
peace unto me
if you
mere mortal
leave me not
without hope
this dark day
surely neither
would He