Nail Pierced Hands

when we think of Jesus,
we think of a manger and a Lamb,
a Lion and Man,
We never think of him being beaten and slashed,
A cat of nine tails,
He cried out in anguish, and shook with pain,
But His power prevailed,
They spit in his face and shoved a crown of thorns to his brow,
Though they nailed him to rugged wood that sent splenters down his ragged back,
He hung shameful and pained,
The King of Kings hanging on a rack,
His feet nailed in place,
He could have given up, told His Father, "Take me back!"
And He did it all for me, for those lies that I've told,  for the sins that I've done,
To turn my back on his open arms,
I've been the one to spit in His face,
But His love turned on the alarms,
And sent me running back to his nail pierced hands.