My Name and Your Hand
Why is my name on Your hand, Jesus?
I see the nail driven through Your hand;
I see the blood dripping,
Why is the blood covering my name?
Doesn't it hurt?
Why are you doing this?
What happen if You didn't take my name?
Am I really important to You?
I, the Lord
Took your name
That was full of sin
My blood dripped over your name
To purify your soul,
Yes, it does hurt but
I did it because I love you.
If I didn't take your name
You would surely die.
This is the only way for you to be alive
And be home with our Heavenly Father.
I must cleanse your soul and die for you.
Yes, I did this because I Love you.
Jesus, take my name that is
Full of sin.
I want to be alive.
Take Your blood and
Wash my name,
For I want to be in heaven
With You and My Heavenly Father
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Pammie
February 11, 2006
Here is one of my old poem that I wrote by just looking at the picture.(in my album, I have a picture of Jesus' hand nail)
Why is my name on Your hand, Jesus?
I see the nail driven through Your hand;
I see the blood dripping,
Why is the blood covering my name?
Doesn't it hurt?
Why are you doing this?
What happen if You didn't take my name?
Am I really important to You?
I, the Lord
Took your name
That was full of sin
My blood dripped over your name
To purify your soul,
Yes, it does hurt but
I did it because I love you.
If I didn't take your name
You would surely die.
This is the only way for you to be alive
And be home with our Heavenly Father.
I must cleanse your soul and die for you.
Yes, I did this because I Love you.
Jesus, take my name that is
Full of sin.
I want to be alive.
Take Your blood and
Wash my name,
For I want to be in heaven
With You and My Heavenly Father
Copyright reserved
Pammie
February 11, 2006
Here is one of my old poem that I wrote by just looking at the picture.(in my album, I have a picture of Jesus' hand nail)