Nailed to the Cross
It goes without question, Jesus,
that You laid Your life down for me.
But I wonder just how it transpired:
Between the nail and Your left hand,
were there all my iniquities
and the hidden sins of my heart,
those that I have the most trouble overcoming?
And is it Your left hand that leaves me free,
Between the nail and Your right hand,
were there all my transgressions
and those sins I committed openly,
those that others either cannot or will not forget?
And is it Your right hand that directs me to say,
ďMy debt has been paid in fullĒ?
Between the nail and Your feet,
were there the sins of doubt that plagued me,
those that disappeared upon the hearing of Your voice
and the falling away of scales?
And is it Your feet that stamped out my fears,
filling my heart with peace?
Between the thorns and Your forehead,
were there all my grieving and the loneliness,
the need to know I was truly loved,
the void that waited to know You fully?
And is it true what they say,
or is selfish to believe
that You were thinking of me?
Between the spear and Your side,
were there all the desires of my heart,
the longings of my flesh,
those that were based on selfish dreams?
And is it in standing at Your incomparable side
that those desires fade to nothingness?
Between the cat of nine tails and Your back,
were there my burdens and anguish,
the heaviness and cries of my heart,
those that kept me in chains of bondage?
And is it Your back that carries the weight,
those burdens I have so much trouble laying down?
Truly, Lord Jesus,
it matters not just how it went,
whether these things were between You and the cross,
or between You and Your suffering.
All that is important to me is what I read in Your Word,
that they were nailed to the cross with You,
and that someday,
some sweet day,
when Iíve seen You face-to-face,
there will be no such trivial questions.
Oh, that I could grab hold of the Truth,
that I had the faith to believe
that You took upon Yourself my every sin,
my every burden,
my every need.
And that by Your stripes,
I was and am thoroughly healed.
Perhaps it is in the questioning
that I search for the faith to believe
I can do all things through You,
Name above all names,
King of all kings,
Holiness and Majesty,
I donít know why You would think of me.
But I desperately need You
and the Comforter promised to me.
And I desperately need to accept
that I was and am both healed and whole.
Help Thou my unbelief.
Help me leave it all,
to remain nailed to the cross.
© Joyce Pool
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