Tap, tap, tap, pounds the hammer of sin.
The sins of pride, of shame,
Of discouragement and anxiety and fear.
Tap, tap, tap.
Another nail in the palm of His hand.
The sins of greed and lust.
The sins of a heart with a God-shaped hole.
Tap, tap, tap.
His pulse pounds. His wrist aches unbearably.
But His heart aches even more for us.
As a man desires his love’s heart,
So does He desire ours.
He longs to show us the beauty of His love.
But we turn away.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
When you see, when you know, the depths of His love,
When you see, when you know, the breach you've put between,
When you see, when you know, how much His heart aches
For you,
Your heart aches, too.
When you see, when you know, that you are the one
Holding the hammer of sin.
Pounding those nails in
With each sin
Freely forgiven
At what a cost.
Tap, tap, tap.
(c) L.F. Haynie, April 2013