THE PIERCED HAND

I smile, I laugh

I encourage, I pray

But will I make it?

Will I make it through the night?

I made it through the night

I tried to reach out,

To reach out, but they cared less.

The dark fog slowly eclipses me.

My vision is blocked.

My heart is gradually sinking

Sinking in this billowy blackness;

Where hope is a vacant phrase.

Father can You hear me?

Spirit hear the cries of my heart,

The cries I can’t communicate.

Pray to the Father for me.

I smile again!

For I see the Hand.

The hand that extends itself to lead me out...

The Pierced Hand!