Post Resurrection Reflections If I Had but Five Wounds
If I had but five wounds—I would be so blessed.
I’d spend them wisely, yes, I would, upon the ones I love.
Adoring Him by offering—that which He did give.
Piercing side, and feet, and hands each one did cover sin.
Twas holy, holy on that day— when He did give His life.
With the Father, and the Son, Holy Spirit three in One.
The wounds received that day of days—were offered for us all.
Now contrite hearts receive that love and try to pass it on.
The wound upon my side would be—flowing with His love.
Upon my children, grands and then, each generation yet to come.
With wounded right hand I would ask—for husband, friend or foe—To become the likeness of the One whom we do know.
Through the left hand I would ask—for saving grace upon the souls, Of each and every saint whose gone before us leading on.
On my right foot pierced with pain—I would ask that others gain.
Each Pastor, Profit, Priest and King to live as one with Thee.
The final wound upon the left—would measure more than feet.
Extended out to nations to rise up proclaiming Thee.
And if you had but five wounds—how would you dare spend?
Poured out for you that day of days He gave His life for you.
Out of love He gave it all— poured out on your behalf. If not you, then who? Then who? Where is He to go?
So, you see, it’s kind of you— to receive His love.
Each wound was spent for you and me, each one does speak our name.
Amen.
