My hands came down from the cross, rough, and torn apart,
At that moment, I reached out, straight from the heart.
A tear in my eye, pain in my voice,
I still care and I had a choice.
Reach out, go through me,
For you, I chose to be nailed to that tree.
I have no grudge and want to give,
Say a small prayer, and with me, in eternity, you will live.
Oct 98’
But that ye may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins…Mark 2:10