Easter Poem

I wrote this poem in honor of Easter and thought I would share.

His Scarred Hands

His scarred hands cover the hurt and pain of the world.
His open palms tell the story of acceptance.
He was tortured, killed, and thought to be destroyed. He came back.
Yes, He rose again.
He showed all of the world that brokenness, despair, and death do not have the final say.
There is hope.
Stop looking at death. You won’t find your peace there.
Instead, start looking to the light, the truth…
To life.
Look to the only one who has overcome: Jesus Christ, our Messiah, our deliverer,
Our healer.
He is the one whose scars show life and healing after death.

Jesus covered the sins of the world.
He opens his palms wide and accepts you.
As you are.
Believe. Receive.
Proclaim:

He is Risen.

I am blessed beyond measure. God’s grace extends to all of us. We did not earn it. We never can. We cannot earn His respect. We cannot earn His love. We can NEVER repay His sacrifice.

For this reason, I am blessed. My God, my Heavenly Father loves me enough and knew of me before I was conceived. He wanted me and sent His Son, Jesus to Earth to die for my sins. BEFORE I WAS BORN.

Yahweh did that for you too. God is mighty. God is LOVE.

Heavenly Father,

I thank You for Your Love, for sending Your Son to Earth.

I thank You for Your kindness and mercy.

During this Easter season, may we all be bright lights of Your unending love.

Forgive our arrogance and sinful ways. Guide us back to You and to Your Truth.

May we know Your will for our lives and recognize that we need You. More of You. Less of the world.

You are our King.

In the Holy Name of Jesus, we pray.

Amen

Shalom