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His Scars

Isaiah 49:16 says: See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.

This Good Friday imagine God saying to you the words of John Fischer’s poem:

Not in the sky, because the sky is too high
Not in the clouds, because the clouds can’t hold you
Not on a stone, for a stone is too cold
Not on silver or gold, lest anyone think you could be sold
Not in a book, because a book could be lost

But on the palms of my hands
On the flesh
Where you can’t be lost, sold or forgotten
On the flesh
Where I see you all the time
On the flesh
Where the pain was measured out in love
On the flesh
In the warm, permanent skin of my Son

There you are…
Part of me

Cut into
At great cost
Scarred forever

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