Hands deeply scarred with furrows,
Stained by toil and strife,
Wrinkled and badly blemished,
Gnarled by the battles of this life.
A face with nose so prominent,
But if followed, leads astray.
And warts and moles everywhere,
Sun's damage a little delayed.
The studio of my mind,
Full of fanciful dreams,
Soiled by frightening images,
Too shameful to be screened.
And scenes of battle plans,
As Revenge prepares for war,
Battling Faith and Forgiveness
Evil drawn from my darkest store.
But when He looks at me,
He does not see gnarled hands,
He sees the hands of Jesus Christ,
The one with nail pierced hands.
He does not see those ugly warts,
Those moles are immaterial,
He sees me cleansed in Christ's blood,
His adopted child eternal.
Those productions of my mind,
He knows those scenes – tis true,
But when He looks deep inside,
He sees Jesus in there too.
Life is blighted by this battle,
The turmoil of Darkness and Light,
A war I am unable to conquer,
Though my desire is to do what's right.
I am so grateful Father,
For when you look at me,
First you see my Savior,
That man of Calvary.
By faith I accept salvation,
By sin I have been deeply stained,
My plea is oh so simple,
Dear Savior, cover my shame.
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Dear Father who lives in heaven,
May your name be reverenced and glorified.
Lord, establish your kingdom in my heart,
Lord, I want to walk daily with you,
Both here on earth, and later in heaven.
Thank you Lord for meeting my needs,
Teach me to trust your continuous provision.
Forgive me Lord as you did the thief on the cross,
And teach me Lord to always forgive.
And guide me away from evil actions,
For Lord your name must be glorified,
For the Kingdom is yours,
All power is yours,
Now and forever, Amen.
