“In His Hands”
On a bitter long night
Where only the stars and moon are the light
In a garden outside the city walls
A man in the darkness falls
Thoughts swirling in his mind
It is now that time
In reverence and on his knees
To his father he pleads
His body begins to fill with sorrow and despair
The pain could be felt and heard through the heavy air
In agony he weeps
While the rest of the world sleeps
His heart becomes exceedingly sore
With tear filled eyes
He experiences sins and lies
His body so close to depletion
Yet his duty so far from completion
Shortly after this man is taken to trial
His accusers’ lips speak nothing but guile
They chose freedom for a thief
And sentenced his life because of unbelief
The multitude in one voice cried
That this man was to be crucified
This man stands strong with his head held high
As he sees and hears those he love cry
They forced him to carry their load
As he walked down the city road
Upon his head was placed a crown of thorns
His garments were ripped and torn
“O King save your self” they mockingly said
As drops of blood ran down his head
Him did they beat and they whip
And from the bitter cup forced him to sip
The people laughed and spit in his face
Yet he pressed forward with fervent grace
His heart full of ache
The soldiers drew forth the first stake
The hammer connected with the nail
As from his eye another tear fell
Again and again the nail was driven through his hand
The people truly didn’t understand
His body was lifted upon the cross
As his friends sobbed at their loss
His body tortured and beat
Nails were driven through his hands and his feet
Up high he lifted his head
“Please forgive them,” he quietly said
He said good-bye to those he loved
As he gave up his spirit and went to his home above
His body and spirit came back together
After 3 days now together forever
All the torture and pain
You would have expected him to complain
Never once did hatred enter his heart
He was willing to do it from the very start
All this was done for the world
For every boy and every girl
For me he suffered and he died
That realization always makes me cry
How great will be that day
When I can kneel before him and hear what hell say
At his feet I will worship him
The man who forgave me of sin
With the heavens I will praise and sing
For he is my prophet priest and king
When I see his hands the tears will flow
His suffering and pain they will show
I’ll reach out and his hands and my fingers will meet
With my tears ill wash his feet
The scars are there because of me
Through those he has set me free
To suffer and die for me was his calling
That knowledge brings so many tears falling
For me so much he has done
Yet nothing compares to that one
His love for me is like no other being
In his hands love is all I'm seeing
He is my lord and my savior
I will never be able to thank him enough for this favor
-Tyler Huntsman
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