These Hands

When we come to the end of the journey
And before Jesus we stand.
What might the Savior say to us
When He reaches out His hand.

Will He say, Child welcome home
You've finally made it through.
You have a mansion and a crown
And I'll spend eternity with you.

Or will He say, These were the hands
They nailed to Calvary's tree.
These were the hands, nailed there to provide
Salvation full and free.

These are the hands that carried the cross
Up Calvary's hill that day
done out of love with you in mind
For you I made a way.

These are the hands that reached out to you
On that long ago Sunday night.
I would of taken you in my arms
And held you oh so tight.

But you said no and walked away
With tears in my eyes I let you go.
Now you stand pleading to come in
Now it's I, that must say no.

You refused to take me as your Lord
Though I pleaded time and time again
You've heard it preached so many times
That I'm the ONLY way in.

Once too often you turned away
I had to let you go
You had every chance that I could give
So now I'm saying no.

Copyright:  Carrie Kinyon   1/17/2005

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