His Hand

His gentle hand has been impaled
in anger to a beam.
A rusty spike’s been roughly driv’n
through flesh into the tree.

But why this violence done to One
who only lives to bless?
What fault is found within His heart
to justify all this?

Just think how He would place His hand
upon your fevered brow.
The healing power of His touch
would banish pain and sorrow.

And when the demons had their way
within your very soul,
His touch and word would drive them out
and make you free and whole.

Oh, lift your hands in praise to Him,
oh, glorify His name.
Once you have felt His healing touch
you’ll never be the same!

Copyright © 2009 Lewis Caviness (October 15, 2007)