Tarnished Hands
I feel such pain my soul aches.
My soul aches.
No one tries to know my heart.
I am invisible unless I am in trouble.
People only see the bad.
Through it all there is God holding me saying
“ my grace has saved you and it’s sufficient enough. You no shame. Look in my eyes and see my love.”
“ Lord my hands are filthy. How can I touch you.”
He showed me the holes in the blood coming out. His tears mixed with blood.
“Child my grace is sufficient and I payed the price for all what does it matter what people say when I am here and I see you and love you!”
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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