Poem: Hand-Some Sin


Some times our pain
Is due to our sin
We hurt ourselves
Or God calls us in

Some times it’s others
Whose sins make us scar
Their brokenness causing
His image to mar

Some times the world
Just hurts us when blind
Waiting til science
It’s mysteries unwind

Yet none of this tells
Why God made Christ die
Unless to redeem
Sins of you and I

For only pierced Hands
Can hold all our woes
Only His justice
Forgives us His foes

And if we are called
To walk where He trod
We must be willing
To bleed so, like God

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