April 10, 2020

My Journey to God

The Palms of His Love

From His hands and feet
Flowed cleansing blood
That drowned my sin
Beneath its flood.

Its crimson flow
And the power thereof
Captured my soul
In the palms of His love!

The price was high,
It was costly shed.
It was freely poured out
In my selfish stead.

The penalty was paid,
Now written above.
The proof? The scars
In the palms of His love!

By Ron Lewis

(Ron Lewis is a member of St. Anthony of Padua Parish in Clarksville and is a Benedictine oblate of Saint Meinrad Archabbey.)

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