Broken (forced nails)

Painted face
of a Fierce warrior,
broken hands
of an infant force.

broken hands form a hammer
that forces a nail between your eyes,
driven in with the weight of,
all your regrets
all of your sin
that u find
you do not really hate
your vices are great
and your strength
is so frail.
Glass heart,
shattered with the pressure of
the courage you could of had,
and with the vices,
embedded into your dried and whithered flesh

forced nails in between your head...
driving out all your imperfections,
your indiscretions....
your sins are now His....
forced nails in between
broken hands, broken lungs, fragile limbs...
we're all bad in a way of self infliction-
we try to heal those holes,
but they just crack deeper into depraved flesh...
we are
slaves to the repetition of pain.
and one again you add nails to the hand.

Self destruction knows no greater torment,
then to torment the one who Loves.
despite the torture,
by the hand of the sinner,
who is damned with out
the heart of the One,
broken upon that tree,
that we placed Him upon,
so stupid-so selfish-so willingly
He gave up His body selflessly,

A body so
sinless, perfect
Our hands do the motions that
we cannot control, by emotion,
And after, we are convicted...
oh Savior our Love...
He will heal our glass hearts,
our imperfection,

He will pick up
the stressed pieces
of our damned glass hearts,
and petition His perfect Father,
to take us home
despite our broken hands,
our hammered scorn,
and in the beginning of our Forever,
We will be with Him
forgiven,
pieced back together,
dried flesh anew as something,
more then the vices we made
out of our lives,
more than the uncourageous footpaths
that we have traversed,
now walking with the One,
who healed us as we shed His blood
to spend the endless days,
caught up in His
unchanging-unwavering grace
and love,
Amen.
~brittany and huong nam
10/09/10 via facebook.
(( aka fernando and hoolio.))