I stand before Almighty God,
My hands lifted above my head,
Hands, handsome and manicured,
Strong and courageous, working hands.
Then God strips away the outer;
The beauty you and I value
Gives way to a defiled vision -
Hands impacted by wild anger,
Fingers with sin blackened bones,
Manicured nails hiding the truth,
A record of my wrongs etched within,
And God - He knows their number.
The truth brings my hands to my heart,
The revulsion sends me to my knees,
For the Lord God Almighty shows,
He shows the true inner me.
But ‘God is love’ I repeat again,
He is God, Eternal, Holy,
Always just, cannot abide sin,
Merciful, He hears my plea,
‘Lord cleanse me’ and ‘remember me’,
He Responds ‘Christ died to set you free.’