Nail Pierced Hands

Sometimes life brings you storms, you won't always know how to manage them. All you can do is keep yourself anchored and rest in the fact that soon you'll be on dry land again. He's my anchor, my refuge, my safe place because when the world pushes me down, He lifts me up on the wings of eagles. I go to Him with my heart in my hands, He heals the wounds and seals the scars with the scars on His hands. I know He's here. Though I may not be able to touch Him or see Him, He's more real to me than anything else in this world. When the world tells me to give up, that's when He steps in with all His glory and whispers to me to give it another try. I may not have all the answers to life's problems, but that's fine with me. It keeps me running to Him, the one with the scars on His hands.