Holes In His Hands

by Everhope

This is a poem that i wrote ages ago, and it's about how God can touch your life

Looking around, eyes on the ground
Heavens open, rain pours down
Sitting here as time goes by
All alone, depressed, wondering why
Look up at the sky, suns fights through
Reminds me of the way, god thought through

Hanging in a window for all to see
Constant picture, yet a memory
Son of God, Holes in hands
That's the way that you went down
Crown of thorns, upon your head
On the cross your blood was shed

Wind blows cold, gods takes a hold
Shows me life before I get old
Ends of the earth is where id go
Alone, yet happy, because you love me so
You've opened my eyes, so I can see
You lived on this earth, to set us all free

Hanging in a window for all to see
Constant picture, yet a memory
Son of God, Holes in hands
That's the way that you went down
Crown of thorns, upon your head
On the cross your blood was shed

Back in the Bible, a story of survival
Showed the world right and wrong, helped the weak to be strong