Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

The hand was penetrated with great pain and anguish.
He bore his cross in his robes tattered and torn.
Knowing he faced this, his loving heart didn’t languish.
Beaten and spat upon The Savior endured such scorn.

His hands were forever marred by the cruelty of man’s seeing.
Their disbelief led him to wear a crown of thorns with ridicule.
Nailed to the cross his blood stained the ground with spiritual cleansing.
Parched lips were tortured with bittered liquid to be cruel.

His hand holds all man for death couldn’t take him away.
He still bears our sins, carrying us through the rugged trail.
Holding us up when our life seems hopeless, only a dismay.
With his grace we can’t ever fail

Bequeathed to mankind, the hand bore the scorn and derision.
Sin was allowed to cause grave affliction.
As his blood ran on the ground, there came a new vision.
All sins were erased, just a fiction.

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001
Changing Winds Of Brendaw

Dorothy Scott – My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He’s been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine “Chrysalis.” I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com  as a poet too.  Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You!  Poet Dorothy