Nail Pierced Hands

Can there be love for the unlovable,

Is there comfort for the inconsolable?

Is there hope for the lost, abandoned, rejected,

For those so full of sin, corrupted, affected?

Can there be a path out of the deep darkness,

From the desperate place in all its starkness?

Who can save us from this life unfulfilled?

As all our dreams are lost, broken and killed?

And in our sorrow and deepest despair,

We all of a sudden become aware.

Hands outstretched, offering to save,

Such love is like a tidal wave.

Strong, determined nail-pierced hands,

Pulling us up from the sinking sands.

Safe now in his outstretched arms of love,

And the Spirit descending like a dove.

Sin and shame gone forever,

Now hopeless, desperate, never.

Your Saviour stands before you,

Able to make all things new.

And wipes away all your tears,

With you, throughout the years.