Your Hands Are Dirty

Your hands are dirty. You slept in the dirt.

But your hands are dirty, too, from all the people that you hurt.

Your face is dirty, smeared with mud turned black.

But your face is dirty, too, because of all the compassion that you lack.

Your mouth is dirty. You’ve been eating from the trash.

But your mouth is dirty, too; your tongue known to whip and lash.

Your clothes are dirty. You’ve been sleeping with the dogs.

But your clothes are dirty, too, craving wealth and fashion like hogs.

Your heart, however, pumps the same as mine.

My! My! The things we can’t see with our eyes shut blind.

Your soul, however, yearns the same as mine.

Longing for Eternity at the end of our time.

Your spirit, however, longs for love the same as mine.

My! My! What we miss when the light does not shine.

All have been dirty and all can be made clean.

The dead, empty fields can blossom, the brown turns green.

Look! Look around! All your sister and your brother.

Love! Love profound! Pour it out on one another.

Look! Look around! Dirty, crimson stains everywhere you go!

Love! Love profound! Turns them white as snow.

My Love, My Love!

My love, my love! Can you grasp the full measure of my love for you?

Can you calculate the cost of a King bloody, black and blue?

It’s not about your works or words, it’s about who you are.

I love the essence of your soul with every fragment of my heart.

You can’t earn it and, quite frankly, you don’t have to.

Lend me your love, your will, your heart and see what I will do.

You can’t buy it and, quite honestly, this is treasure beyond price.

Surrender to me your plans, your body and your entire life.

I know this sounds crazy, but I’m madly in love with you.

You will never know how to experience it fully until you let me rescue.

Rescue you from yourself, your heart so filled with stains.

Watch me love you as I cleanse it until none of it remains.

Rescue you from believing there’s anyone that could love you more.

I’ll save you from that disbelief that’s a thief of my ardor.

Of your affection, of your time, of your thoughts I am jealous.

Of your purpose, of your destiny, of your spirit, I am zealous.

Don’t seek me in your dreams, your gifts and talents, or a sermon that you preach.

Seek me in the quiet place, behind the veil like a priest. 

On your knees, hands high, encounter my fervent affection.

Give up your heart with its issues, and let me show you my perfection.

Whatever you hand over, trust me, it’s worth the gain.

You’ll be a temple of only glory, not glory mixed with shame.

I’ll burn up all of the issues buried deep within your heart.

Everyday will be the first day of your life, a holy and righteous start.

All of those things that you thought were dead, I’ll resurrect out of the tomb.
Me, the God of Eternity, will visit you in your room.

Seek me in the quiet, holding nothing back.

I’ll show how much I love you, your life will never lack. 

Listen, hold on, and please know that this is true.

If there’s one thing I’m always saying it’s, “I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.” 

Crimson While It Bleeds.

Love, as we have seen it hanging from a tree, surpasses the human body, world and galaxies.

Love, as we have known it crimson while it bleeds, sees strength, might and power when Hell has knocked you on your knees.

Love, as we understand it rust through your wrists, in a moment's time, the weight of your sin it lifts. 

Love, as we have seen it thorns through your skin, is the endless source of grace washing our filth over and over again.

Love, as we have witnessed wounds upon your back, will never see you, not one day, in your position of lack. 

Love, as we have known in naked, bloody shame, every second of every hour makes Righteousness your name.

Love, as you have heard it forgiving from the cross, gives back every moment your sinful blindness lost.

Love, as you have seen in purple mockery, screams that if you're free then you are free indeed!

Love, as we have seen it dying by choice, has given you this day a holy, blameless voice.

Love, as you have known rising from the grave, makes no hesitation on your soul to save.

Love, as you have heard seated on a throne, refuses to leave you or forsake you. You are never alone.

Love, as you have seen it hanging from a tree, has its arms wrapped around you for all eternity.

Love, as we have heard in crimson bloody stains, despite our imperfection permanently remains.