HIS MIGHTY HANDS

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    HIS MIGHTY HANDS

    HIS MIGHTY HANDS”

    His mighty hands
    Nailed to the cross
    His body beaten
    Wept blood for our sins.

    Hanging from Calvary’s Cross
    Sorrow and pain…
    He Cried! “Forgive them Father
    For they know not what they do.”

    His last breath
    The day turned to night
    As the earth trembled and shook
    Thunder rolled and roared.

    Throughout the land
    Many fell in shame
    Sorrow and pain
    He surrendered for all.



    His everlasting promise
    Is our assurance
    Of His Almighty Love
    Saved by His Grace.

    Praise Him in all we do
    Never forget who died for you
    On the cross
    Our Lord and Savior.

    AMEN

    Written by: Brenda Clark Pike
    ©3/12/2009

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    BCP’s Poems (27)

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    HE LIVES , HE LOVES 1
    FORBIDDING WARNINGS 2
    MOMENTS TO SEIZE 0
    ~ ANCESTRY TO BE PROUD ~ 0
    A RARE PERSON! 0
    RESTLESS CHANGE 0
    FRIENDS BECOME ANGELS 2
    YOU'RE IDENTITY 0
    THE NOBLE HORSE 0
    LET THE MOON INTO YOUR HEART 1
    LIFE IS GOOD 0
    LESSONS OF A LIFETIME 0
    THEN CAME YOU 0
    I SHOULD HAVE BEEN 0
    WINDING ROADS 0
    DAY OF REVERENCE 0
    BACKBONE OF AMERICA -1
    PEACHES AND CREAM 3
    AMERICA, AMERICA 0
    HIS MIGHTY HANDS 0
    OUT OF THE BLUE 3
    “OUT OF THE BLUE” 2
    "What She Would Want”? 0
    LORD JESUS’ BIRTHDAY 0
    DREAMED OF GLORY LAND 3
    VIEW OF MIRACLES 1
    "LIFE IS A CAROUSEL" 0